poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Laced my drink with poisonWith pretty pink thingsMaking me delusional, making me freemental slavery gone,but now enslaved by a personTheir rules, their book to abide byNo second guessing what is nextYou follow, never learn,Never understanding whyAccept it child,this is how it is, you are just disrespectfulSpat in the face by elders Oh you do not […]
Separation We separatedAt birth I came out the wombBut more than an umbilical cord was cutA heart was torn into a thousand shredsBefore it had the ability to beatSee the world had something different in store for meNot a mother or father in sightI became separated from the root of the roseWe grew like a […]