
Poems
MY DANCE OF SHAME
dance of shame became my dance of honour. But don’t celebrate my downfall yet my friend-enemies. No, It’s not over until the music stops.

dance of shame became my dance of honour. But don’t celebrate my downfall yet my friend-enemies. No, It’s not over until the music stops.

I’ll look myself in the face and tell me some truth, Or maybe, tell you some truth, You see. If I was the devil, With such vigour to do evil, And I have a rival gifted as you, I will suddenly arrive on you I will bring you down

I was the woman that bled for 12 years.
He smiled and said
“Daughter, your faith has made you well”
