She cried tears of gold
on the day that she was sold
to a man and woman of old
who took her in, only for her to do what she was told
What she longed for in those nights of cold
What she reminisced about every time she was asked to fold
fabrics ruined, corrupted, and stained with mold
What her mind, soul, heart, and body yearned for
was crying those tears of gold
She cried tears of silver
She wept rivers of bronze
She sobbed through the night
diamonds flowing from her yellow eyes
but nothing ever compared
to the bright, viscous liquid
that flowed down her cheeks in her time of need
she lost what made her human
she lost what made her not
she lost her mind, soul, heart, and body
a walking shell she was
and remained till she reached an age of old
she never again
cried tears of gold
Abdulrahman Ahmed's Poetry 