Grace

 

Pieces of glass on the floor, the heart battles the greatest of wars

Sharp pebbles on the floor, the greedy in laws have made high scores

The psychos would call this; broken heart...

Meeting was held at the inlaws 

Two weeks and there it was; massive words of truth of laws 

"You're a disgrace". They called her an hyena pretending it can roar

Her name is Grace but never has she been shown any.

No grace and this is her fate

It's what the psychos would call light soul in the dark.

 There's a specific conduct the "groom's" family want, she has it not 

There's this one kind of lady the family prefers, Grace is not such 

An inlaw not appropriate to them, need not poverty they say

They don't need adversity, no

Just there's, not Grace from another race 

Not Grace.

© amimoh