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Aaina Nov 2019
Scraped knees and torn clothes
Her little child is home
Done playing with his chums
Say to his mommy
Mommy, I am avidly hungry
Mommy unblemished his make up
Dirt from the barren ground
May find its way up
Caressing his face
With a dismal voice
She slowly says
Daddy will be home soon
Soon we will know our fortune
He sat outside the shack
The lost puppy found him
And started to wag
Gazing at his little friend he shouted
Mommy feed him he is clouted
Seeing him sad mommy couldn't cope
Even though did not want to give him unrealistic hope
Said daddy won't take long
Take him in your arms, keep him warm
His stomach rumbled as he glanced at the sky
Wishing his father comes as he sighed
Mommy just desired she could do something
For his child so frail and pale
And save him from this dusk
And give him a bail.
After a forever, daddy came
He was tired lifting the world
And burning in flames
His hands were wounded
But his feet were strong
He builds the world
But for them he doesn't belong
He said the universe hasn't been fair
To them he had his blood to share.
And today too
They had to sleep
With rumbling stomach and nothing to eat
His mommy held him close
And felt every bone
And his daddy will again wake up tomorrow
To feed his child
Earn, steal or borrow.
Aaina Jul 2018
She has her fire beneath
she sets herself free
she gets her flames lit
every time she open her wings
the terra is a nowhere to her
while she wanders to the space
she dreams of the stars every night
and gives away the falls to ignite
she laughs loud with all of her flaws
she has her scars adorned.
Aaina Nov 2019
It's been a while
Since we have spoken the foolish lies
Since our eyes met for the last time
Time flies and
Feelings die
But something still alive
A part still cries
For those good old times
When we were the twin stars
In the darkest nights
You were the light
When I had no sight
When you were the laugh
Vanishing my cries
When I had a hand
In my lonliest times
When you were there for me
Fighting my fights
You were the guide
To my happy side
When you were my sister
You were my pride
Aaina Sep 2019
Love? This is not love
And if it's for you
It's not what it has to be
I am your obsession I am your possession
You want control on me
You want the right on me
You really think I was meant for you
I was meant for some better things
I was meant to be free and expressive
I was meant to dress like I want
I was meant to be strong
But you made me know
You are the one who owns
And you are the one who's gonna tell me
What I have to wear
And how I have to live inside
That lovable veil
And you will have to tell me
That I have to leave my dreams
Just because of your insanity
And now I have to live in that prison
Where I can just be yours
Not of no one, not even mine
And if that's love
That is not what it has to be
Because if you loved me
You would have let me
Be whatever I am
Because if you loved me
You would have let me
Be free as I was born to be
Because if you loved me
You wouldn't have abused me
Everytime you got drunk
I am not your baby
You scare
Everytime I wanna quit
Because you want a pet
You can feed and hit
You want a doll
You can play with
This is your ego
Not to let me go
And this is not love
And if it's for you
It's not what it has to be
Aaina Apr 2018
Woeful dark departed
as with the tears I shed
the more I turned vigorous
as with the more it bled

Unhappy dreams touched my bed
as with to the zenith I fled
the more I stood up
as with the more I fell

Ache went slow
as with the ointment flow
the more it pain till red
as with the more demons I fed

The more I regret
as with the more I forget
Aaina Apr 2018
The letters you wrote turned old
all I have is your writing to adore
all I am left with are the messages that were sent
the old abandoned phone
all I see are the smiles that fade
the last minute when you turned pale
on my hand, in my mind
you left your shadow that remains
you left your words embedded so deep
and your teachings are what I still believe
how can I forget?
I have your promises to keep
the photographs I never met
now I see them with a regret
the pages that turned brown
as you turned white
and the time that flew so high
like black birds to the broken sky
your thoughts are so rebel
they escape from my eyes
help me recede away
of these confusing truths
as life has been so abstruse
since the day you left
it roars me at lonely nights
flashes me back to your times
help me recede away
from this empty day , from this empty day.
Aaina Mar 2018
In this world full of soldiers
who would sacrifice more than them?
One who fill itself with my pain and sorrows
and one who gave me its color to borrow

When i had a lot to say
but no one beside me to listen anyway
I had the blank lines who would listen
I had the ink who never ditches

The white borrowed my emptiness to fill its spaces
and the black was never racist

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