Spittle dribbled from the chin
Quivering skeleton breaking at bend
Terrible timing for all of you to see
Terrible minding I've fallen to My knees.

In the weakest of moments
You'd label me then
In the weakest of states
You'd count all my sin.

And it shows your insides

I cannot describe it
This black substance, holding on to me like a rusted hook
It's all around me when I think of you
It's everywhere I look

I'd wish to be untied
To be forever free
But it seems impossible
I see myself down on one ****** knee

It tugs on me
I feel too weak to stand my ground
I know there's light still
I feel too vigorous to make no sound

I leave it up to you, give you power over me
I let it be
I close my eyes
This you is all I see

Still I won't break
My soul is my own and it is free
You will always lose
For it belongs to only me

I see you proudly entering this room
Vanity your most precious trade
A thirst for eminence, for appreciation
Telling of honorable intentions but the truth follows you like a shade

Ruining strangers bodies like a persistent disease
Laughing at them for speaking true
After cutting their insides with poisonous knives
But you're never really listening, are you?

But remember, no lie lives forever
And I can already see you, see you vanish from all sights
And all your knives blunt-edged,
You, merely an unlovable memory, like a dying sea disappearing with all it's tides.

And we will all turn away
Forget you like you weren't anything but a bad dream
Woeful creature
All this useless self-doubt, nothing but hot steam

And I will remain
With one ****** knee on concrete, still surrounded,
The me will prevail and I will heal, get up and leave,
For I will no longer be wounded.

i’m a bad baby, a wet pussycat
that does a whole lot of meowing
nobody left to blame, a goodbye loser

love me, hate me, be my bruiser
classy lady, i’m unruly you can tie me
up and school me just don’t try to save me

and i parted ways with bad friends
if tomorrow comes then what’s good
don’t be afraid to laugh at my expense

You can’t hold me against my will
And then tell me
What pain I am allowed to feel
And how I am allowed to deal with it

You do not have the right
To restrain me from what is mine
And then have the nerve to ask
Why I am fighting so hard

You are not allowed
To tell me that I am equal
While paying me less and sexualising my body
Yet you do it anyway

It is not right
To be told that I am sensitive
When all you do is scream in my ear
All the reasons that I am lessor

I live in a society
Where I am too intense to be held
I am too strong, too bright
But I am shunned for my light

Because I’m surrounded by men
Who refuse to believe
That a woman could possibly be
More than they ever could

You don't own me
I belong to myself
So why are you acting
As though I am yours to control

Unwittingly we walked away
from the beautiful path
of righteousness.
The path our forefathers in their
wisdom laid down for our benefits.
They left behind morals as a guide.
The path of the ancients,
where morals pave the way.
Respect and intelligence
walked together to light
the touch for moral
rearmament to flourish.
As custodians of this ancient path,
let us reinstitute and restore
morals back into our consciousness,
our homes, and our communities,
lest the moral decadence of
our societies will become our nightmare.
The generations to come will know peace
and our relationships improve.
Moral decadence like cancer is eating
the very roots of our family tree.
Corroding the very corners of our
homes like acid.
Eroding our lives with its virus.
It's venom is poisonous to our metabolism.
It is a terrible and unbearable headache.
With its choleric purging leaving our bowels empty of the most needed vitality.
Depleting us like the barren land the much needed ingredients for growth of our crops.
And like volcano it will explode in our faces.
It is like a grenade thrown into the crowd by children playing,
not knowing it will affect everyone.
Let us put in place respect,
morals and intelligence back to our homes.
That's exactly where to begin.
Let us begin again from the beginning.
With the restoration of moral rearmament,
our lives will have meaning again.
But it all begins with me,
as it begins with you.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Please help the hurt, the broken, the shattered the sick.
Please don't leave them, ignore them and crush them to smithereens.
Even a weakly burning wick, I pray please don't quench it. There's still some life left in that weak frame of a body.
Please don't break even the weakest branch, they're fragile, please handle with care.

Even the "fortunate" ones, give something.
Do something.
Don't just sit down all day being sad for the people who are hurting.
Get up and do something.
They will continue to rot, to wither if someone doesn't come and give them a hug, a smile, to know that someone cares for them.
Loves them despite their weaknesses.
Who loves them despite being outcast of society.
i hate that.

"outcast" of society.

I'll question the sanity of the world
I'll keep my darker thoughts to myself
I'll pretend trust is real.
I won't breathe.

I won't twitch
I'll stay in line.

I saw my lifeless body
and yet i mocked it
letting violent
self-degrading
words and thoughts
carve into my soul
destroying my self-esteem
making myself truly believe
that i was
unlovable
worthless