poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Speechless, Their Barbarity, has left my mouth empty, I write from old drafts, Scripted, Words don’t come easy, My brothers and I, look at each other in bewilderment, How can those who love, Abandon? They live in Cults, and I live in Dreams.
Amongst peeking Curtains, and cups of Chai, they are Plotting a Plan, of Degradation, on Me, Again, Without remorse, Forgetting they come from a Womb, Mothers and Wives, in this case Exes are forgotten, they even have their own Daughters, yet they Dare to ruin me, Again, Not knowing I already left, They are […]
Even after what feels like a lifetime,Of tears that have left my Eyes,Despite the years of work I put in,To wash out the sins,Day after day of churning myself,through the deepest of pits,to build the Creation I am,Of Light,Their words still feel like swords,A battleground on my heart,Cage fight after cage fight,of a War, I […]