#11

Original Sonnet

Love is the ability to love inspite of
Unless that love is anything like us
They'd have no clue of the sacrifices it took to get here
of pain, of misery, of brand new wounds
Wounds that will never heal and leave a ugly scar
But I am still beautiful in my dreams
Sitting gracefully on my pedestal
I look up to you in a crazy way
So say your prayers and come along now
down the river where we can splash loud
water runs down, inking over dirt faces
We washed and washed to remove our stains
still foul, dirty creatures of God

Revised Sonnet
Love is the ability to love in spite of.
Unless that love is anything like us,
they'd have no clue of the sacrifices it took to get here
of pain, of misery, of brand new wounds.
Wounds that will never heal and leave a scar
but still I am gorgeous in my own dreams.

Sitting gracefully on my pedestal,
I look up to you in a loving way.
High above the clouds and the clear blue sky
So I said my rightful prayers and went down
the peaceful river where I splashed aloud,
water runs down, inking over my face.
I tried desperately to remove the stains
but I was still foul, dirty creatures of God