It’s been a long while since I filled in any article for the KFB diary section…but here’s the best part, the section has been revived. KFB diary is where I share inspirational articles, some of my stories, and personal experiences.
On this week’s diary, I will be sharing a friend’s article…it’s actually a poem title “I saw her smile” and it’s really beautiful. “I saw her smile” was written by Monika Beata Francisco-Ribeiro…Enjoy!
There
is a girl… She never smiles…
is a girl… She never smiles…
Her skin is flawless and her lips are smooth
And
yes, there is always a man by her side
He seems to adore her, she remains aloof…
Her
man worships her and her flawless skin
man worships her and her flawless skin
And he loves to love her dependence on him
Yet,
although she mastered the art of enticement
although she mastered the art of enticement
She needs a lot more men can give, or have…
So
she drinks his life just to fill herself
she drinks his life just to fill herself
Yet, the more she takes the emptier she gets
So
now she provokes him to use and abuse her
now she provokes him to use and abuse her
Filling her emptiness with drama and pain…
She
becomes a woman, a lover of sorrow –
becomes a woman, a lover of sorrow –
A slave of wrong touch, a slave of wrong words
She
rejects all boundaries, and breaks all taboos
rejects all boundaries, and breaks all taboos
The world stars describing her as promiscuous
Soon,
she disregards the way she was made
she disregards the way she was made
And begins to swing from a boy to a girl…
She
reaches the place where even her face
reaches the place where even her face
No longer hides failure of her mother Eve…
Where
her own mind starts tormenting her
her own mind starts tormenting her
Shouting “Your blood might be positive…!”
Desperate
for answers she gives drops of it away
for answers she gives drops of it away
Then, waits for a piece of paper to decide her
fate
fate
And
she prays a little prayer – a prayer of tears…
she prays a little prayer – a prayer of tears…
Negative! The paper says and again she
breathes…
breathes…
She
is ready… to be one with a man of her own…
is ready… to be one with a man of her own…
She is ready now to be with him, and to let
him go…
him go…
To
her, he is not a cushion, nor a fashion statement
her, he is not a cushion, nor a fashion statement
To him, she is not a toy, nor a sexy
girlfriend
girlfriend
They
are made from same and true spiritual soil…
are made from same and true spiritual soil…
She is ready now to be with him, or to let him
go…
go…
Although
her desire is still shy and silent,
her desire is still shy and silent,
It is heard and is granted by the Most, Most
High
High
They
are drawn to one another
are drawn to one another
She becomes his wife…
She
may look like same old her, but…
may look like same old her, but…
I saw her smile.
