Why must you continue to take from me?
Why must you continue to steal and deceive me?
Haven’t I given enough to you?
Digging my skin to find meat to feed
And will not stop till I bleed
Cutting my hair to make paper
Then you tease me for being bald like a traitor
Making me mourn for my children
Their bodies you used, their souls you broke, murdering
Haven’t I given enough to you?
Why must you continue to mock me?
Why must you continue to provoke me?
Can’t you see that I am recovering?
How do I feed the children who are left wondering?
With nothing in me to provide on the table
There are no minerals, vitamins, and resources left in my nipples
You have sucked it all out
My grandchildren are dry at their mouths
I pray for strength to cry
Since I can’t afford, my tears are dry
Why must you continue to pity me?
Could you have survived?
At least with a dying voice I can say that I have arrived
You could not break me
For you did not make thee
It’s hard for you to say sorry and actually mean it
Yet I forgive you for what I saw unfit.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Riposte to Haitham's "Only Fools"
…so let me put on my see-through blouse
And the fuck out of your house
I know you were feeling it when I came
But for not getting any you are the one to blame
Didn’t you see the lust firing in my eyes as they flame
Hormones aroused, dancing in my body, putting my morals to shame
Sir, all I wanted was a quick tease game as a head start
Painting my sides, thighs with your prying hands; it was a must
While I, well my tongue, magnetic, tenderly weaving down your neck with sweet bites; a blast
With I, well my tongue, in tune with the softness my lips working down harmoniously, the curves of your abs
Till I, reach the cotton candy,twirling my way from the tip to the stem…now in my mouth being throttled while I blow…your mind perhaps
The Hardness; now a stronghold that has entangled your mind in wraps
This is all before you rush out of your pants, sitting on the bed.
Yet, this act of knowledge remains sinning in my brain
Visions of showing you gratification, you have impatiently slain
When you should have been the receiver of this incredible head.
And in the end, you would have been a happy fan, who is pleasingly fed
But you are too stubborn, this you say I know, or maybe just edgy in your way out
So let me put on my see-through blouse
And get the fuck out of your house.
And the fuck out of your house
I know you were feeling it when I came
But for not getting any you are the one to blame
Didn’t you see the lust firing in my eyes as they flame
Hormones aroused, dancing in my body, putting my morals to shame
Sir, all I wanted was a quick tease game as a head start
Painting my sides, thighs with your prying hands; it was a must
While I, well my tongue, magnetic, tenderly weaving down your neck with sweet bites; a blast
With I, well my tongue, in tune with the softness my lips working down harmoniously, the curves of your abs
Till I, reach the cotton candy,twirling my way from the tip to the stem…now in my mouth being throttled while I blow…your mind perhaps
The Hardness; now a stronghold that has entangled your mind in wraps
This is all before you rush out of your pants, sitting on the bed.
Yet, this act of knowledge remains sinning in my brain
Visions of showing you gratification, you have impatiently slain
When you should have been the receiver of this incredible head.
And in the end, you would have been a happy fan, who is pleasingly fed
But you are too stubborn, this you say I know, or maybe just edgy in your way out
So let me put on my see-through blouse
And get the fuck out of your house.
Oh Bright Mouse
Oh Bright Mouse
Who stays under the covers of the bed, laid with power from the big house
Your little feet wondersamong the Cats, the Tigers and the Lions
So bright, put Front brave souls with reasons as big as a tenderloin
You go to sleep with your unnecessary big shoes that weighs
You wake up and in your made face though your eyes sips your ways
Puking your definition of freedom, the cost of it hidden in your laws
Then you praise your ego’s satisfaction, living our lives all so flawed
But Oh Bright Mouse, I ache for you in dealing with the furies in the white dungeon
Who constantly gates you from the intuition of the Cats, the charisma of the Tigers
and the heart of the Lions
You will eventually come out of the room with the blind curtains dotted with ignorance and see Outside with a frown
But until then, you continue to dress this gaffe with the red-blooded stripes and blue-made spirits in the white gown.
Who stays under the covers of the bed, laid with power from the big house
Your little feet wondersamong the Cats, the Tigers and the Lions
So bright, put Front brave souls with reasons as big as a tenderloin
You go to sleep with your unnecessary big shoes that weighs
You wake up and in your made face though your eyes sips your ways
Puking your definition of freedom, the cost of it hidden in your laws
Then you praise your ego’s satisfaction, living our lives all so flawed
But Oh Bright Mouse, I ache for you in dealing with the furies in the white dungeon
Who constantly gates you from the intuition of the Cats, the charisma of the Tigers
and the heart of the Lions
You will eventually come out of the room with the blind curtains dotted with ignorance and see Outside with a frown
But until then, you continue to dress this gaffe with the red-blooded stripes and blue-made spirits in the white gown.
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