Written on 05/08/2020
a Daughter’s Story
Time is money, money is power
And you can’t buy time, so there’s strength in every hour
Every minute every second is a chance to plant the seeds and empower
The soil with riches and nourishments so that the shoot can tower
And blossom forth a spring flower
Illuminate it with rays so that it can hold its head high and not cower
In the face of adversity
The corruption that this world brings, illusions of diversity
It’s all a puppet show with the ventriloquist’s hand guiding
Influences from all sides allows the bees to slide in
To flowers DMs and pollinate her with seeds of self doubt
Seduced by his stripes and sting she loses the bout
The weeds now begin to sprout
As she descends they mock and flout
Her voice weakens no one can hear her desperate shout
No cries will be heard, mirroring the fallen petals is her only clout
Wealth of SOE 