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Zuko Sep 2015
We are human
We fight for freedom.
Gender equality,
Peace between the races
And for the end of all wars.

Yet, we have sold ourselves
To mental slavery.
Concocting an idea of beauty
That evolves
Each time we get close enough to grasp it.

We consume morsels
And curl our frail bodies over the toilet bowl
Stare into the mirror, and
Smile.
For between our thighs
we have carved, a gap.

We paint our faces
and hide the artwork that lies beneath.
We are enslaved by ourselves
And in turn we enslave society.

But, we are human,
We fight for freedom,
Gender equality,
Peace between the races
And the end of all wars.

But we neglect the wars going on inside us.
Zuko Dec 2014
She used to be a pretty girl…
A joyous one at that
Her eyes like marbles filled with stars,
Her cheeks rosy,
Her voice like birdsong,
And her smile as bright as pearls.

But slowly
The spring left her step
Her eyes sunken, vacant and hollow
Her cheeks no longer rosy
Concealed under the façade of pale make-up

She was no longer appealing to the eye
Her sorrow was bountiful…
Its music was the night.
She was numb to all emotions
She could not find the way out of this, pit.

She had reached a point of no return
The plague had devoured her soul.

— The End —