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There was a crashing sound, I jumped out of my sleep

With my eyes still half shut I tried to make out what was happening

SHE was in tears on the ground fighting a shadow over her

This dark shadow was moving very fast

Without thinking I ran over –

Wrapped my arms as tight as I could to help HER

But he was stronger than me, than US

He swung me from him his side which landed me in the wall

The lamp on the table was shattered and some broken glass cut me

I sat there BLEEDING as TEARS and BLOOD ran from me

I sat there HELPLESS on the floor looking at HER

HE was enraged with so much ANGER that he didn’t notice me and what he’d done

So SHE ran to ME

Even though she had her fair share of bruises – SHE still RAN to ME

WE RAN TOGETHER ….OUTSIDE to ESCAPE

ESCAPE HIM, not sure what the next step would be but-

WE HAD EACH OTHER and that was ENOUGH

 

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  • For all WOMEN

 

 

More than this…

The heart has so many stories to tell

Even when the face poses with smiles

The heart is the one to ask if its truly happy

It’s funny you think I have a beautiful smile

I recall persons saying its their job to keep it there

But that’s a shortcut approach …after all you never really asked how my heart was doing

Black Veins …Black story

9 months 8 hours

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I am my mother’s daughter 

Stripped of her virtue not by choice but by demand

Ridden upon your request foiled by the very prints of your hand, her black velvet…you bought, it’s finest -richness

Until torn, threaded, discoloured , it never did glare once more, like it glared in her garden when she spoke with nature like sisters.

They would have drinks together in her back yard reaping nothing but laughter, they made laughter-until

you showed up unannounced! uninvited! you took her from her garden to your Eden you serpent!

disguised in language of Shakespeare, speaking ballads unknown to her kind

She never laughed again

In your eyes a commodity another item on your shelf, assimilated into your world, your birth

She forgot her name… But

9 months 8 hours

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I am my mother’s daughter 

You want me to forget those long rides you took over her garden

The smiles you took, while you went in and out, she rained tears, her sister rained, while they sat together in …the dark

Her sister lit her journey while she ran, she ran with her sister, raining tears, stripped of her virtue not by choice but by demand, ridden upon your request foiled by the very prints of your hand!

You serpent!

You want to forget!

But ….9 months 8 hours

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I am my mother’s daughter! 

Standing in between what is wrong and right, an image with your scales, your fangs, with your eyes, her black velvet

The kink in my hair

You pretend not to see me

I live as your nightmare

because you know…

9 months 8 hours

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I am my mother’s daughter!