Kenyah Boehme

Her Destiny

Born to cry.
The destiny to suffer
Created in her mother’s womb.
Covered under the joy of early childhood.
Exposed by her father’s hard spade.
Faked gardener,
Destroying her soft roots
With hands full of madness.
A broken mother,
Leaning on her little body.
Now only little inside.
Emotions as decoration.
But unsensitivity in her porous veins
Sprays on others.
The everlasting smile on her lips,
The pain in her eyes.
Strong to all appearances.
Self- Centered,
And not able to ever love anybody.
Misleaded empathy.
Her destiny to be unhappy,
Till she starts to love herself,
But in the real world!


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Published on on 05/11/2005.


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