There are days when I think of you and the tears that roll down my cheeks taste like the ocean....
And it's on those days when my heart turns into a sponge, drowning in the salty waters.
Some nights these waters taste like rose water and on these "some nights" my heart become the seed and my body the cracking vase that bears a blossoming flower.
And on other days these eyes are desert dry to the thought of you...
And it's on these type of days that my heart smiles as it knows better sunny days are yet to touch this garden.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
Some little Mister is rapping her in the alley
Some little drug is taking control of body and soul
Some little violence is beating her to the ground
Some little government is leaving her with a rumbling tummy
Some little society is making her hang on dangling lynchies
Some little education is robbing her from knowledge
Some little protection force is shooting bullets at her
Some little old man is whistling at her voluptous curves
Some little father figure is stabbing her heart and sliting her throat
Some little tinted van is taking her on unwilling journeys
Some little black booted men are storming in her home killing her family.
Watching the future generation perishing right in front of my wracking windows
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC