THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR***

The girl next door is not my sister.

She isn't even my friend.,

But a girl I admire.

She smiles bright like the stars.

She doesn't braid her hair, always letting it fly.

Her beauty is not found under the complexion of her skin

Or her  blackish lips,

But inside the holes  between her nose line.

Her definition of love is found in the heart of men who stood still in the battle front in far  beyond,

And  also  the love of YESHUA, the one who made her In his image.

The girl next door

 loves music,

The only thing that made her say Hello! When she hears R&B beats blasting from my speaker.

She said darkness is a threat to her.

Night hours reminds her of the day her mother passed on.

She said day break awakes her functional ability to give life a second chance.

She doesn't believe in second chances.

Her ex had came by the other day to plead she returns to his heart

The heart he locked when she needed him.

Yet She said " I don't feed on my vomits".

The girl next door 

Is a descendant of slavery.

On her wrist, you would find scars of shackles lines making it look like  bangles,

And her feet hurts from countless race away from life's hunters.

She said she breaks a lot of bottles at night.

When men slept, she's awake calculating and strategizing  her next step ,so she wouldn't have to  break more bottles.

The girl next door

Is not  suicidal

Or a murderer,

But surely she will cut off any hand that tries to draw her back.

The girl next door could be you. 

Photo credit to:- Zulmaury Saavedra

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