I am treated servant

as sinderella suffered people thought I suffer
One day her hero will come for her
I have not struggled like her
But i made myself with my decisions life with struggle
People took advantage of my honesty my values
As i keep on walking they threw more thorns as I walk through imprints of my feet laid over with blood through thorns.
How much ever I make my life to go through they also just put glass pieces too
So my foot prints are seen clearly
So people make use of them and if asked who did this path dirty they would say my name but got my path to reach the destination.

I am different nobody could understand neither can dare to point out me for my nature
I can hardly say noone could live like me because it is very difficult
I lost my life my family and made myself a complete celibate
People who are not jealous know my worth
My life I kept myself serving others
I know God has reserved my place in heaven I just need to follow my death

Jessy Jacob ❤️

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[tunwizyna]

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