Sunday, November 8, 2009

Something for the Soul...

YOU ARE

Your voice is like a grip on my spine.

Your hands rip through my skin.

Your lips is like hot wax on my breast.

Your eyes is like fire that I want to be burnt with all night long.

Your body next to mine is like forever

You are...


WOMAN

In her eyes I get my strength

In her smile I get comfort

In her her skin I get knowledge

In her voice I get to understand

In her food I get growth

This girl, this daughter, this mother, this grandmother. This woman...


SHE DID HER BEST

All she could think is “it's all my fault”

But was it her fault?

Did she deserve what she got

Was she in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Her body did not feel the same

All that she can remember is that it all hurt.


She did her best to scream .

She did her best to fight.


Now all she can ask is why me Lord

Do you hate me this much to let this happen to me

where did I go wrong

I prayed, I fasted and gave you thanks.


She did her best to beg

She did her best to plead.


Don't you even dare tell anyone

sweat, bad breath, insults is like a tattoo on her body

The hate in her heart is enough to burn the whole earth


She gets home

stands in front of a mirror

Goes in the kitchen

Pulls a knife from the drawer...


But was her best enough...

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