"As fact.As insane...She's Gone"-James Patterson

Macho skin smoothed and kissed by the sun
an arrangement of short soft curls
strength and poise in every breath
distant and at ease; no turning back
her eyes reached mine and we shared royalty
although the party of our uninvited beaten bodies
seems so unreal the heavy load of our surroundings seem so far away
she was Sierra in a sense, broken but not destroyed
burned but her rebirth was precious
this CAMP, couldn't hold back the shine in her Leone
a million bodies shed of their blood
heartbreak and death sticks drilled in the back of heads
couldn't deny her pull she gave and then some
piles and piles of bodies stacked ontop or in rows
sickening, but this is new blood
she death of the young the burning of the old
everyone's a target in Sierra Leone
but Adanne was something more
a ray of hope refreshing and new
her eye's speak tragic and honor, war and time
dangerous and profound
her lessonings was calming to the brain
the knowledge of the lens she look through
grew in multitudes, the small corners of her tent
rise and fall smoothly blowing in the wind
she's paired with a sense of nourishment and reality
a creature mother nature sung to life
a rib shattered and blown into formation
of all things that are good and evil
the CAMP destroyed her though
defaced her soul and tackle the outlines of her womanhood
"Don't worry about me", My Sierra Leone said
before the end of her night ended in warfare
she kissed the blankspot and her candle went out

I read "Cross Country" by: James Patterson a month ago
and the read was so moving I wanted to sketch the images
into poetry, and let it lift the gloom and love inside of the reader."

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