The deepest wound
is one inflicted
by the hand
that once caressed,
for it knows
where the softest
parts are…
A Broken Heart
    A Loved Heart
are not so dissimilar,
for they are both
the most fragile things
you will ever hold.

Hold them with care!

not retrieved on time,
If preserved carefully....
"the valuables" and "the moments"!
keep spending on your people..

Much has been said
against me
however,
I will not be spiteful
or allow hatred,
the beast of darkness
that resides
in the black jungles
of arrogance
and ignorance,
to infect me;
for that is no reason
to give way to anger.
So I refuse to let anger
ugly my heart;
for anger
is the scorpion’s poison
of peace
and love, it’s sunlight.
I choose light
contentment and happiness,
as poetry’s not a contest
of winners or losers;
it is the essence
of a poet’s soul.

My poetry queen
      I bow down to you
Take a knee
     The words you speak
Are tantalizing
     Drives me insane
Unlocking my brain
    Releasing my secret collection
“Girl in my Dreams”
    Is this real
Is this a fantasy
     Either way
I am thrilled
     That you helped pull this collection
Straight out of me
     My beautiful, carefree, poetry queen

mama says i am unable to do anything right, after she says i can do whatever i put my mind to.

mama says i should do something useful for once, before saying i tried my best

mama says my best is not enough, and that i'm not trying hard enough

mama says she has not hit me and laughs when i flinch, before slapping my face and reddening my skin

mama says it isn't a threat, when she says she'll hurt me if i cry too much and not leave bed

mama says i love you more than anything else, before she tells me she hates what i do to her health