precious pearls

Tears..
They fall from a weary soul,
They fall from a downcast spirit,
They fall from a burdened heart,
They fall from a broken body..

The world is a cold place,
She is home..these four walls guard her from the rain,
but never from the storm of pain raging from inside..

She is alone..
these precious pearls are all she has left,held delicately to mirror her being to the world that dares to stare her down-
so smooth they are; a reminder of love.
so pure they are;they remind her of kindness.
so real they are; they remind her of truth.

If the world were a pearl,she would hold it in her palm,
If pain was a pearl,she would crash into dust,
If death was a pearl,she would hide it away,never to be found..

Precious Pearls..
held delicately to mirror her being to the world that dares to stare her down..
the beauty in the reflection is all you will get to see,
the reason behind the manicured fingertips that tied those pearls to her neck will remain an enigma…

Silent. Beautiful.

precious pearls

ahenda

Nairobi, Kenya

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Artist's Description

I was thinking of the upper class women of our society,driven behind tinted windows and waving manicured hands,running around in six inch heels…they always seem to have the same face: a slight smile and a blank but entirely graceful expression….so,who are they,really?? because you realise they have to wear that face day in,day out…how hard it must be to be only a fraction of yourself.

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  • M. Kibutu
  • ahenda
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