Clothed in innocence driven by a dream when big dreams in big cities cause big trouble leaving nothing to be thankful for

Desperation awoke the trade of barter from within her

With each day’s toil, she traded

a piece of her mind

a touch of her soul

the use of her body

Failing to see her negotiation skills were poorer than her non-existent bank balance

Bartered her brains for powder

A powder that obliterate a mind once brilliant

Her pride for compliments and company

Of disgusting misleading strangers she was convinced were friends and lovers

Consciousness for intoxication

that would have her believe that she was in-fact coping

Failing to see her negotiation skills were poorer than her pauper father’s empty bank account

Ignorant of her natural resource depletion Lebohang bartered herself into non-existence leaving nothing to be thankful for

Could someone not have told this young soul

A soldier in battle with no armour and weapons, is one that wouldn’t sight an end of war sunrise