Poem

Angered

She isn’t happy She isn’t sad She is angry

Red, orange, yellow she sees Followed by a murky black And muffled screams That girl is angry

Alone But not The cloud of evil floats above, swarming into her ears, clogging her blood drip... hot so hot Close by Burning fires erupt Torturous wails are heard Someone is cackling, she knows who,

She hates him...that cloud But he feeds her emotions and festers into her subconscious Because now, that girl is oozing fury, pummelling distaste, mimicking Lucifer

Tame yourself girl Her eyes dart wildly ‘For the strong man isn’t the wrestler rather the strong man is he who controls himself when angry’ Shock weaved into fresh air strikes her Unbeknownst to that girl, it’s Him. The prophet (pbuh ) A crispy breeze slaps her face, she holds her hammering heart hoping for hint of holy happiness Post breathing out, she is no longer chained by rage..

now, that Woman is free