Ashamed to avow my sins,A burden mine alone to bear,Broken beyond repair,Baptized in gold to fill the cracks,Restless nights, Velour gowns turning to sacksNo amount of gold brings relief,Debased by lies and deceit,Beg for forgiveness,And you shall be forgiven,He, who knows all, saw underneath my veneer,A pain, a woe played for deaf ears,I beseech my lord to forgive my misdeeds abhorred,Let my midnight scribble turn into beautiful word.
-Khadidja Megaache
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