Radical Life Of Juno Poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta

Juno is a perfect model for a strong and passionate child and woman
She was totally broke and indeterminate, having an uncertain clan
Sowing for her living which was needed
Inspite of the downers outdoor and was outrageous, indeed

As a child, she stands up on her own in a fact that she has no family
They died in an accident she never wishes to happen, ‘cause it’s lonely
She steals foods on streets, sleeps on sideways mat
Waiting for someone to come along and to offer safe clot

One day, she dreamed a firm man standing on her side and she feels comfortable
Said, “Change my child. I’ll help you and guide you whatever happens.” made her able
By that, she feels awkward for those people
Who keeps on intriguing and judging, she’s like a dull apple

But amidst of that, she was determine to finish and to graduate schooling
So, she took scholarship to sustain her schooling while working for her living
She never tried to look at temptation
‘Cause she’s looking forward to her tomorrow, it’s her mission

Her first ladder was successful but a big storm devours her and condemns her
She was been raped and almost killed, she ain’t expect that it would happen to her
She was not prepared for this sudden flash
For she has man plans to realize but gone in a clash

Nine months had past, she labored her first son named Michael, son she never wanted
She took care of him in morning while working, like mother and student clouded
She was in school at night with hopes and reasons
That she’ll never be fail this time, said “I’ll be in my mission! ”

But the destiny is cruel, Miguel was died in undistinguished disease
Heaviness filling her consciousness, anxiety and grief are what she sees
She doesn’t know what exactly to do
If she could revive him and could hug him, do the things undo

It seems that the earth and sky are in her shoulder, ready to explode and gone
She wanted to question God for what has had happened to her life and her ban
Took by supremacy of loneliness
That’s why, in sadly condition, she lost her right conscious

Laughter fills her unknown world, imagination plays here and there – everywhere
She’ve an imaginary friend, she’s walking to the direction of nowhere
Bringing those things that she thought was her toys
Streets boys love to rape her, blasting her body like a drug toy

One day, she’s too much hungry to sleep, she looked everywhere to find foods but none
She’s perceiver to find one but there’s none, so decides to sleep like a nun
And she dreams a man offering a hand
All her suffering gone, suddenly, she is in a great hand