My eyes beauty rejected my heart's tears and my hand took control

My eyes beauty rejected my heart's tears and my hand took control .

Ohh where do I start? How do I say this ?it is big but not bigger than my heart it has so much weight that it broke my heart into 3 pieces. My heart was crying my eyes were beautiful and bright as a new day my hand ,my hand was shaking it wanted to do something but what can it do ..the little tears that dared to come out of my beautiful eyes were wiped of them to sustain their nature of beauty .but my heart did not stop crying because it was so heavy, so heavy that it weighed my body down to the ground.my body was tossing and turning on the the ground that people stamp on and they had to walk non cared to lift me up ,non cared to push me aside so that they can pass YET they walked on me or should I say stamped on me. My heart's weight grew  bigger ,bigger than their feet the body couldn't keep the heart's tears in it no more something had to be done . Dear heart's tears were too much for the beautiful eyes that painfully rejected them to keep their nature of beauty  but saw the humble hand shaking ,the eye noticed some beauty on the hand's shakingness because it revealed dark skin on the other side and beautiful lines on the other side.the mud that was on the shoes of those who wore them resembled the dark side and rose with barefoot were resembled by the other side of the hand without the beautiful lines though as the eye was about to close itself the heart cried more and the hand shook even more it wanted to do something for dear heart it had to . It decided to take my heavy crying heart to it .the hand used it's lines to wipe dear heart's tears .days by day the lines were written, day by day the hand wrote it's lines and the heart's weight was sooo light that the body stood up and walked tall .my beautiful eyes saw the new day that shined bright in them .

Masande Dada