whether dark at night or
broad daylight
Their filthy palms touched ours
Our pride was bent
Their sharp blades cut our
hearts and souls
What’s left of us
shards of a woman’s dignity
we no longer keep much
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
It didn’t matter
whether dark at night or broad daylight Their filthy palms touched ours Our pride was bent Their sharp blades cut our hearts and souls What’s left of us shards of a woman’s dignity we no longer keep much I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |