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She is not a beautiful angel. Her legs; long, thin bony and grim, but her figure could well be mistaken for a walking violin but she is not a beautiful angel Her eyes, smile, breathe, speak as though they posess a life of their own stretching along the horizon of her ugly face but, a path of which your fingers crave to trace, your eyes embrace your tongue retrace and you would think she is a beautiful angel, but don't be mistaken. Her hips sway side to side like drunken men exposing her fragile bones like two precious stones Her lashes crawl from afar and like a dragonfly's long legs they truly are but these are just words to bring you c

Daddy, don't you love me anymore? Dead. Dead. Dead. Watch the knife sink into his throat Watch the knife sink into his chest Splashing on my face, the big walls, and on mummy's great old dolls It makes a wonderful pattern Scattered on the great wooden Floors Watch the cold metallic blades repeatedly Slice his skin away and through his warm blood I pray. You see how he shivers how he quivers For it is a reflection of the nights I live. Daddy, don't you love me anymore? Does my gentility upset you? Does my name distress you? Does my disobedience unrest you? Oh daddy, please don't hit me It echoes in these walls Daddy please don't hit me

It is never the same again We may be blood related- daughter and father But it will never be the same again Your spiteful mouth is like sharp knives that stick to our flesh, Leaving scars, carving feelings and emotions You have a dark and spiteful mouth. How your words can Break us How your look can Shake us Your presence Suffocate us And sometimes i wonder how a father can bring so much pain To the lives of his 'loved ones'. I can't take your singing in my ears They simply cause fear Andd i fear having to look into your eyes And tell you a simple 'I LOVE YOU' For these words have been said too many times When you try to conquer the hearts

Stop it, I don't like it I suffocate as I inhale Stop it, I don't like it It hurts and I cry Tough love you call it; Fingers too wet to grip Too moist to push Push push You away Look how the stars laugh at me As my innocence is exploited As my voice weakens As my mind deepens Into the state of unconsciousness And I suffocate While you laugh laugh at me How ridiculous I look How broken and shattered I feel As you men do your 'duty' And leave me paper-thin In an hour or so Stop it I don't like it It hurts and I cry Call me a rose, an orchid, an iris Not any type of flower men smell Expose And Sell It hurts and I cry It kills and I die Sto

I am what you say I am. You blow life into me. You carve personality into me, I am what you say I am. Your unreadable eyes pierced into my soul, Crafting emotions and feelings- Conjuring images into my mind. I am what you say I am. Quick, is it done? How I sit before you, Darkness our only witness, Closing gaps of innocence... Soothing my terrified expressions I am YOUR possession... But I am what you say I am, Knees spread wide, I simply abide. Occupy my mind, other things much pleasant Like our trip to the sweetshop Your manly hands locked any movement Great distance my face from yours- I short, you tall Why? I do not know. My skin t

It will be dealt with, sir Hey you! Make it aware, black, blue, green We had the sun in us, too bright to even be seen that it was just another african man's Dream- let it be seen! Our hearts, our eyes, our voices and our cries are just about to be buried under the deep and dark stream of lies... Your land Your peace Your freedom, Sir Although our hearts still lie above the almighty European skies, We can no longer live with the sorrow preoccupied in our minds, Nor can we drink from their beautiful lies... Listen, listen I sit on the ground danger surrounds me Roots growing high, and the silence embraces me Listen, What if our screams of te