The goats eat the leaves and the fruit then they (the people) pick out the fruit from the goats’ poo and make oil with it. Argan oil. They then make expensive skin products with it, to go on posh people’s skin.
Many people tend to be taken back by a person’s beauty but they never seem to stop to remember that one’s beauty may only be skin deep. They simply momentarily pause, to admire. To lust.
Whether they entertain their lust, is their conscious choice only of which, defines who they are.
Those, whom may have experienced life in such unimaginable depths, would naturally turn away from any displays of affection. Surrounded by an invisible fortress, they feel much safer in guarding their hearts.
There is sadness behind our eyes, old souls in our young bodies and shattered hearts, which have been delicately put back together. However, because of our life experiences, we would not wish to see others hurt in the same manner so much so we tend to extend our tired hands just to help them back up again.
I wish people would take the time to see past behind my smile, my eyes and my body to see and know the real me. To believe in me.
Someone, who once told me, had allowed themselves to dream. Except…
I am not a fantasy but a reality; I am not an object but a being.