“ Disgrace of the Eyes”
By: Chemere L. Smith
Disgrace in forture in my men’s eyes
Alone I cry of the outcast
The deaf heaven of troubles hears me cry
To look upon the troubles as faith
Wishing me hope for a new love
Unfortured, like him many others possessed
Desiring the man of soul, and the man of heart
With what I most enjoy contented to continue to least
But yet in my heart, I almost desire
But happy I think of him, as well as my astate
Like to wonder of a broken-heart just like a falling star
From the earth’s core, sings of joy at the heavens gate
For my sweet love I remember such, as his well being
BUT THEN I look to change my
Desire for a brighter KING.