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
