Chanel wrote on the mirror.." I hate insecure feelings...the best way to live is to die"
Diamonds are girls best friend they say
But nothing i wear or buy never hides
the horror away
Dried ice cubes, with no shine to
evaporate the faith that
contemplates my flesh in the
morning sun, I escaped the cold headed
to the
Moon light, dark street nights are my
fees of weakness And every-time i
dream about my dreams, the past,
which isn't my wings, the future is my
beautiful bliss. Like
Love, Should I call it the "it",indeed I
cried with my weak spirit sold to the
critics, bow or shall I bleed or bless the
eagle or the snake with my own sacrifice?
but my tears never descended nor ascended
on my face, my heart never opened its grilles to
let my own soul & weakness be the strength nor
washed my painted sculpture of fake rock heart
symbols that never cracked upon my hands. But instead ...
She bowed down and shouted
"Never erase the shame and fame
Of my beauty hidden in my face of flames ,My name is Chanel
I introduce my flesh to the friendly pervert ,
who raped my mind and my
soul . Attitude is my power and weapon"
Precious her nickname was
In the heart of those she loves
Who never shows affection or
construction of hope in advances.
Popular and permanently attractive
she is, to the wealthy and pervert
murder caused by the laughter.
She strips and dances to the souls of
the demons reincarnated into people
But blind the weak souls they were.
House, family and love they had.
Money is her primary prime and vibe.
Her life is congruent to her sideways..
Poor she was but happy she gelicant to the inside,
she possessed a Niagara fall a fountain of milk and honey.
Mr pervert enjoys while she cries, her mind
infected by affective things such as bills and life future, while
the laughter laughs constantly in her delicious & interesting face.
Her body isn't the source of the problem ,nor her roots but
the mind & spirit, which are touched by the face of her child..
She cries and prays of hopes, sees herself with pride and future
better life of her mother Channel. Her mama is gone no coming back
she wrote on her mirror..." I hate insecure feelings...the best way to live is to die".
And everyday that goes by, it's a couple more lines in her dairy...
The day before is better than her present because of the memories of
her understandable mother Channel. The Tears are no reason to cry, her
loved once mother is gone no key to release the joy, Channel is on the
cover, purification is on her side of solange's diary.. Abandoned
child, her name is "Solange"
It expresses a lot ! Solange is beautiful, she expressed it in her diary " Chanel Langung: The Bright Star that failed to shine"
By Gullit Ngomirakiza
