Broken

a string of pearls
listen how it drops and swirls
a necklace of shiny beads
listen how it breaks and twirls

they broke her pearl string into the drain
and kicked her in her back
with their happy refrain

but they will sing and sing and sing
how they chased her garbage talent out
out out out into the rain
and the rhythm of rain
can be lonely indeed

and there alone walks this womxn in the street
begging for bread and a message so sweet

but they will sing and sing and sing
how they chased this garbage womxn out

out out out into the rain
yes, their rhythms indeed
have power in their feet

so little angels fly up high
fly fly fly into the sky
fly and see this womxn in the street
with the songs in her head
is going to seed

fly fly fly and see the pearls in the rain
the pearls in the rain
turned to tears in the drain

but they will sing and sing and sing
that they are very powerful indeed
the weak will go down
and go beg in the street
and the damaged will cry
with their work incomplete

a kind word, a smile
could have taken her high
up up up to a sunny sky
up up up in the sky very high

but now she can only sigh
if this is my life, I want to die

and a memory will fly
fly away into the rain
fly fly fly, fly away in the rain

a memory of pain
a memory of songs
that never came
a memory of music
drifting in the rain

and it flies away 

from her tired brain

she curled up on the dark street dark
she curled up in the dark night dark

she looks at the streetlight like a star in the rain
it lifts her high above the dark hard plain

she curled up in peace
and she went

to sleep

🦋🌿

© Annora Eksteen, 2025