Uzomah Ugwu – Perfect Hell
Paradise was what screamed
Her name and spelled it with crayons in the
Deepest parts of her veins of her rough unguarded skin
Bottoms up for the cost to be brought back to where she\
Could never belong has consumed parts of her for so long
Fostering homes broke her]
The removed spirit that was taken when they arranged
She be treated like a check from the government
Weathering thin along and in establishments
Not a shy kid
When really, she was a muted voice
Turned off by the system that further abandons her
In bothered awakenings of this system that she would
Be in and out through its various departments and branches
She wondered about life and if she would know a better one
Other than this paradise that really was a perfect hell
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