I’m far too busy to hear religious lies,
Licking pork from plates while charity’s on the line.
He draws his prayers in a white, thin line—
And I run my life while you chase the divine.
I see the void without a magnified view,
You really thought dreams get stitched and that’s truth?
Oh my God—you’re just another part
Of a system run by hollow hearts.
Another puppet, born and bred,
No better than a thousand dead.
No, I don’t pray—
You heard me right.
I drink, I dance on tabletops at night.

Drip drip it fed me,

Poisoning my mind.

Her goal to control me,

Except I wasn't blind.

I woke up to her gaslighting,

I heard the menace in her voice.

I felt each and every intention,

I knew it was by choice.

A swamp that did consume me,

Lost its grip as I grew.

With spiritual love around me,

I saw a me that's new.

Yet I heard a voice inside,

Still screaming out in pain.

It said you must let go,

This burden sees no gain.

I called up to my saviour,

I was given a chance to ink down my thoughts.
But as I journey through life, the first thing I could do was colour how the world broke me as a girl.
Mama taught me how to hold a pen, but not how to hold pain.
In an African proverb, they say we should hold it at sharp ends, like we're made of steel.
Not keeping in mind that with each blood drop, a nation is torn, not physically, but mentally.
We are programmed that, it's okay to suffer in the hands of men.
By the abuse disguised as love, its okay to throw words sharp as knives.

You are the blue sky
Without the white clouds
I am the bird
Flying high above the sky
There are people climbing the mountain
Above the sea
An when they got
All the way to the top
Of the mountain
They glazed up the sky
And they saw me

Dear marje, you chameleon mole
crawl back to your sewer, you hole
eat sticks and ill will
with the trust that you kill
in a swill made of innocent's souls

I stand alone,
the night is dark.
The alley's are
pitch black.

Slowly moving,
down the street,
dark rain is
falling fast!

My heart is set
on finding you.
I'd walk a
thousand miles.

Your soul is as
an orchid,
I'll water it,
every day!

And when we're,
making love,
I'll gently stroke
your back!

stringy
dark haired
Hindu hag,
does not speak
only shrieks
to feed
her all-consuming
greed...
for as many
American Dollars,
feels owed her.
She may be
a landlady
but,
she is No Lady!
Those in earshot
cringe
when she comes near...
I will
silence her shrill din
give her
a new red grin,
with the tools of
my chosen trade...

When you craft my head
Do not forget those snakes as my hair
Think of medusa without shedding a tear
When u mold my eyes give me 3
Keep the them wide open
Open the third one wider
Think of 'she joseph'who is awake

When u move down to my nose
Forget about the nostrils for I lack the ability
To smell trouble but posses the power to land
In them
Can u try to knit my lips together like a
Knitted torn shirt? For I don't say
As much as I see I don't say anything at all

A little bird came and sat on down
Suddenly it had a sort of frown
On a clay sewer pipe
Next with its little might
Gifted the world a clover leaf crown.

a man ate a can every night
thinking surely, it's healthy and right
when they choked up his throat
he then spoke like a goat
yet the dope recommends it despite!

A man who was serving the president
had alien worms as a resident
though he made them insane
they remained in his brain
cuz they craved the cocaine laced with feculent