The next one to speak about forever
Will probably lose their lying teeth
For believing again I'll never
In such a childish fantasy and myth
The next one to say for better or worse
Will never count in mine presence
For such will corrode their worth
And my respect will be of no essence
The next one to say hallo will get goodbye
For it is better not to get immersed
Into sweet nothings, It's all but an iron lie
That doesn't last and does soon rust
The next one to move the fountains
Of my heart, will have to move Mountains

The battles started in the Soul are fought in the mind but only and only won in the heart
And that is the definition of humanity, a life long struggle and triumph to a destination from the start.

When I make a friend, I cherish them deeply.
I create a special place for them in my heart,
where they can grow and thrive,
becoming an inseparable part of who I am...
so that uprooting such a connection
would mean losing a piece of myself.

Not even the filter could make
the pictures
as beautiful as the captured moment
we've taken many pictures trying to freeze happy times
years later we will refresh our minds
in case were old enough to forget
that it was worthwhile, with few regrets
arguments and fights, triumphs and plights
that they were three years of laughter and tears
of dares and cheers,discussions and chilling with peers
they were years of dissing and tantrums
Yet now, the unwelcome end patiently comes

She was not sweet, neither was she sour...
She was pretty awesome, somewhere in between...
If she were to be compared to anything
I believe she was water...
incomparable to anything
but just pretty cool to drink...
I think..

Love is a pink diamond, it's ice cold sunshine
An invaluable antiquity that can't be sold
It's the dance of the moon to the music of the stars
Love is a quiet whisper of the tides in the storm
a new shock absorber smoothing an off-road adventure
It's the joy of weaver birds praising the rising sun
the swashing sway of trees in the early morning breeze
Love is a palm by the sea, a chain of liberty, a key
an invaluable painting hung up the walls of a heart
a slow roller-coaster that lets you savor the view whilst on the ride
Love is kids playing in rain, letting nothing steal their thunder
Love is the Masai mara, a breathtaking wonder
Love is a spark that sets hearts ablaze
It's an eternal flame, in a mysterious haze.

I haven't changed, am still the kid you knew
one heard by an entire world but understood by few
Am still the guy that would go the extra mile
crying on the inside yet donning a smile
the lad that had no sense of style
one whose number was never on your dial
who never went a day without showing you some love
albeit you thought you were far beyond what he did deserve
that kid you only remembered in times of crisis
who was your favorite after class tutor
the one who always vivisected the impossible essays
but who seemingly had more of a past but no future...
who barely made it to second, let alone first class
one you assured had nothing it takes to date any lass
yet always had your back and handled you gingerly like Glass
Am still that lad at whom you'd crazily hoot
and smile nonchalantly cruising off while he went the foot...
the kid obsessed with romance books
only thing ached for beyond that being your charming looks
the kid who whimpered at the mere mention of calculus
whose sweaty limbs, touching, you thought was ridiculous
Am still that kid that would never stop flirting
one in whom you found a lot of pleasure hurting
making jokes of how impotent it was having the hots
for you, who was never man enough to you for the shorts
with a brief height you found revolting
whose flowery adorations you found insulting...
that kid you often estranged
Am still that kid, nothing's changed ..

We wanted to make sense of the world, So we colour-coded it, like our school schedules.
Then we realized we got the colours wrong.
Outside colours weren't the way to organize, so we looked on the "inside".
Who was to think that we can see everyone's colour?
They looked at the emotions we display.
Just because I can't smile everyday, doesn't mean I'm different.
It means I am sane enough to not wear a mask everyday of my life.
Then again, sane isn't exactly a word that describes me...*
Something else describes me, something I took long to admit
something the world doesn know partly because I haven't told it
but mostly because the world always sees what it chooses
After all in not knowing there's nothing it loses, or there is
In case it could profit from knowing about my bruises
And my random thoughts that cloud my mind everyday like a mystic frost
Times when I'm all caught up in this boundless ocean, life,
And cannot see my way or the sickening and thickening waves coming my way
Nobody knows I'm a ship with no radar, only no body ever paid attention
That's why I lean on only nobody, and nobody's my ladder.

Sometimes I wish I could go forward to the past
or back from the future, journey once more and recollect dust
rewind the clocks, go back in time and live my life all over
Do everything again, born and pampered forever
make foolish decisions that land me in stinky crap
fall prey to temptations and get caught by every trap
from hustle with my dad, street walk to keep the wolf off the door step
walk so many miles just to make a call to Mama
when tragedy kept hitting us as hard as a hummer
to chilling with the wrong guys till my people think I'm wrong too
crazily boozing with my friends till I puke in their car
join the college and be influential in that strike that brought change
engage in corruption with mates and when caught take the blame
get angry with unfair teachers to almost violence
meet my X for the first time again and totally fall for her
my awesome first and only love I've ever known
and she for me,enjoy two years of flawless romance again
only to break up over a phone text message
over reasons she can't explain till date, unknowns responsible for my pain
rage and hate within for love but love for literature and poetry
the two of which were my only hide outs during the hard times
if only I could jump back into the fences of school
the nervous jump outs, the frightening risks that with my gang were cool
I wish I could walk back to the short tempered childish fool
who would argue all the time with his sweet sisters
those memorable days of playing with fire and nursing blisters
the unforgettable blurred years of falling off trees
and keeping quiet until my feet swell and hurt as hell
of falling into **** I believed was deeper than any well
picking up fights over lasses we weren't even dating
the days of trying out our luck in the disastrous sports betting
oh!those sweet days gone by with the tsunami waves of time
seasons of melancholy and of joy, of kwete till we could afford wine
I would trade everything to relive those historical moments
albeit it wouldn't be okay in the end as a result
of the many surprises that happened after each and every bend
I still would do whatever I could to take the backward trend
Go to the ends of the world to play rope, goalless soccer, hide and seek
just give me a chance and I will play and dance in rain till I fall sick

Maybe my vision is foggy cause of the tears
Or maybe you have lost it over the years
Either way its both hard in addition to sad
Walking away from "us" was a wrong card
Nothing can make me revert to that past
It only hurts to know I'm not happy seeing you cry
And feel I should guide you through that avenue I passed
It's reached a moment when everything's a lie
Especially when it's coming from your lips and heart
Two things that didn't give a **** when you threw me to the dirt
I gave up on being the guy who is always loving too much
I even surrendered my crazy true love search
Maybe I'm over reacting or maybe I should be more exasperated
Picturing the despair I swam through whilst I regretted and hated
Life believing going through such Hell was what was fated
That ceaseless agony was the constant destiny had dictated
Rolling back to the day you left I think you don't deserve forgiveness
After all you deserve everything for you left me in a big mess
They say anger is a poison, you shouldn't have returned
You're all but a shadow that made me hide in caves
My heart and soul were slaves, so I buried the broken pieces in graves
There's no more digging, there's no more digging you
I refuse to be the old me, even if I ain't new
Just move on in your circles, fight your fights and face your nights
Fed up with being driven crazy, go fix your headlights
Your freedom is actually the reason for your chains
You gotta learn that much is sacrificed to survive emotional pains
You know I've seen enough, even before you life was tough
I was wrong to believe I deserved another chance to be happy
With someone who could make me laugh
Instead I should have just donated my time or bought a puppy

All I did was write, until the pen accepted me.
Until the pain escaped from me, or became a part of me.
All I did was dive into the ocean of ink,
Where emotions sail, and dreams interlink.

All I did was write until the labyrinth made sense,
Until I imploded within and was no longer tense.
Until I figured out where every letter would go,
Shooting for the stars, this has always been my bow.

All I did was scribble down as I was always told.
They said between my ******* is a worth more than gold.
All I did was believe in the power of my mind,
That the words I share can touch and bind.

All I did was create, like an artist's hand,
Giving life to my musings, a world to understand,
All I did was illuminate with the written word,
Attempting to bring warmth to the hearts of those unheard.

I was shattered, these words kept me whole,
All I did was let my pen trace the map of my soul.

What's the point in searching if I won't find
What's the point in wiping my tears
When the next minute I'll cry and none'll mind?
What's the use of hoping I'll overcome my fears?

Where the hell's every corner where'll find love
When literature and every picture says world's round?
How'll I ever fly without wings to find one I deserve
When even gravity keeps bringing me back aground?

Who'll it be to fill this heart that's bruised and cracked?
Who'll bear nursing wounds they didn't cause?
Who'll erase the memories of the one that rocked?
Who'll give me the right prescription and not over or under-dose?

Why should I keep hoping even after this long?
Why should I believe them when they say out there is one to whom I belong?

I notice the night's no longer whole because you never call
yet a big part of me still wants to see your face...
just so you know I still hear your voice down the hall
and smell your fragrance in the air polluted by the flowers
with the part of me that still believes my arms are your place
your final destination as you're my constant hallucination
so I spend every little micro second of my daily hours
hoping for a miracle, wishing I were an endless tentacle
or even Heracles, to divert the Augean of your Heart
and have the magma of your passion flow back into my soul
so that I can once again be the whole
_______________
You were right and I was wrong, without you I ain't strong
Am tired of waiting for a tomorrow, that's free of you and free of sorrow
Tired of holding my breath, it ****** feels like the sigh of death
And my mind wandering, why won't you come and save me?
come and save me, save me love..
_______________
I have run, from wine to ***, to every end of this cold earth I could roam
your silence is deafening loud, hitting my ears harder than echos of a drum
hanging on perilously like a derailed speeding Tram...
for am out of ways of lulling my mind from chaos back to calm
My life's a dark night without a single star, my soul a million a scar
you were not my world, I was wrong about that too
you are my galaxy and there's no existence without you
I'd surrender all this to just one more time hold your hand,
a thousand years to see your footprints next to mine on the sand
for a minute with you, I'd give away forever, be it for a second or less
after all momentary completeness I guess is better than a lifetime mess
you should see me now, shredded like a sensitive document no longer needed
maybe you succeeded
________________
Y­ou were right and I was wrong, without you I ain't strong
Am tired of waiting for a tomorrow, that's free of you and free of sorrow
Tired of holding my breath, it ****** feels like the sigh of death
And my mind wandering, why won't you come and save me?
come and save me, save me love..

I'd shoot arrows to the sky if you were a star
I'd break into paradise if you were an Angel
I'd drown dead if you were a sea or a lake
I'd bake everyday if you were a piece of cake
I'd be a gardener if you were a Rake, I'd have no brake
if you were speed, I'd heal from every ache if you were an enema
I'd entangle a million if you were an enemy
I'd never hold my breath if you were the air
I'd endlessly love you albeit you showed me no care
I'd die of anxiety if a future with you was promised
even if I was promised just a moment with you my cherished
I'd be contented with a mere shadow if it was given
and forget the haunting past that I've hardly forgiven
if I could just have a single kiss I'd count that we broke even
with life, maybe for once I'd prefer not death to living
if you were even the longest road I'd never dust my feet
I'd never surrender if you were a price for battle
till my heart's splattered I'd never admit defeat
for a life without you is just equally fatal
I'd willingly force my way into hell if Satan took you captive
for even the blaze of my unrequited passion's equally massive
call it explosive for nothing's ever been this obsessive
if you were music, I'd probably be deaf at the moment
for your beauty's a rhythm I'd play on, recurrent
I'd touch a high voltage live wire if you were current
I'd risk a swim if you were trapped in a volatile torrent
I'd do anything for you if you had seen beyond the visible
hadn't we not turned out totally immiscible
if you had just listened to my heartbeat and heard
my soul calling out your name albeit it's scarred
I could have risked everything to share this life with you
after all loving you is among those few things I know how to do
guess it doesn't matter now for I'll never be like those
welcome to your domicile, those for whom you open for your arms and doors

"When I lost him ",she said, "I thought I had lost everything Daniel.Because he meant the world to me" Pain pressed down on her chest as if it were an anchor rested there and she knew her illness was eating deeper .She paused listening to the melody of his soft breath and savoring his manly cincture. She needed more strength too and courage to at least praise him too because like her Grandfather once told her,Love is a two way street and to reach forever, both lovers must at some point take to the driving seat.
"But now, having found you my Angel, I realize compared to Paradise, the world means nothing. Heaven is all we need sometimes to forget the pain our world has caused us.I..."she stuttered in realization of the double truth she'd hinted on in her confession and in hesitation of the ultimate. "I love you Dan..."
"And I,you more " he replied but Marly wondered if it would stand when he finally learns of the bitter truth that robbed her of Jamal. She contemplated her plight with such sadness that a serpentine tears crawled out her eyes wetting his chest just as she was bleeding inside, metaphorically and literally

Sometimes you ask yourself, does she understand
does she understand what you mean when you
fight through the cold fog of numbing fear to face
her and stutter the words "I love you"
Does she understand it takes more than
just courage to utter some words, does she
know how deep you have to dig to find the right
way to roll the tongue and move your paralysed
teeth just to construct a single sentence...
Sometimes you wonder whether she knows or not
that it takes a thousand heart blips, a ****** labyrinthine
conundrum and a relentless soul to make a single step
across the emotional bridge...
Sometimes you wonder whether she really gets it
when you say she's the road you were destined to
walk without which you won't move on for no matter
how much you'll try, without the road you're stuck to
a single spot, sometimes you ask yourself whether
or not she gets what you mean when you say you
lost your way in the blue Ocean of her eyes and only
the north star of her affection can find you a bearing
back to the shores of reality yet the more the thought
the more the plunder of wonder...especially when you
finally realize she may understand yet not get it...
For how can she get it when even you knows storms
of romance do carry with them heart shuttering thunder
when even you have heard the same lines in songs
when millions of poems say the very thing
some even expressing them in a much more intricate
manner than you can ever weave, how can she get it
when the guy before you said the same thing and
only left a heart he found whole scattered like stars
in the milky way, not that they are not beautiful from afar
when she's probably saving you from her invisible ugly scar
one that will drive you away as soon as she drops the veils
and opens up the fragile side that she hides from the world...
What's there to grasp when her father used a similar phrase
to lure her Mama into an abyss of torment so much she grew up like
an orphan as her Mama could not take it anymore and had
to run off, never to be seen again, when her teacher
defiled her best friend with the allure of something not so different...
when she's read Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde and more
where it all ends but in tragedy, fire or War...
What's there to understand when you aren't even sure if what
you feel's passion enough to light all way to forever... and you
know she's no longer playing games, she's been disappointed many times
and she won't simply fall for a beautiful piece simply because it rhymes...
And then you wonder, who'll find you when your rescue is more
lost than you have ever been...

Like a grey shade to a shadow, a dead heart in the meadow
with loneliness I cuddle, enroute desolation and it's a hurdle
am crawling through a place where lies are true
where my tears brew for I might end up with one who isn't you
trying to slay this longing for a place s'one else's belonging
it's like roaming in a cold rain when the hail is storming
am a cold cloud wafting through a dark sky
a breathless lung aching to have a sigh
You're my breath, only you can set me free of these chains
It's like forcing sleep in hope of appearing in another's dream
for you're half empty, and only they can fill you to the brim
only you can touch my skin and erase the thoughts and pains...
Only you...

Am at a point where anyone will do
Where I careless about my expectations
from life,a point where it feels like it's long over due
I'm at a point where I can't beg to be understood
where I just let go of those doubting my intentions
where I burn the bridges,where if I cut,I cut ties for good
I'm at a point where I must pay for my errors
I must have my fingers catch the big dreams
I'm at a point where some big dreams are terrors
in the night and surrender's easier or so it seems
I'm at a point where I understand everything
about the much I know which is nothing
*I'm at a point where I have to drop some baggage
to successfully manoeuvre through every passage  
where all my peers are **** and span in suits and ties
aiming to seize every opportunity,lest it dies
I'm at a point where I have to create my own path
rather than follow footprints, realise my own worth
where few ever think of what's left of the years
moments with peers,memories of the joys and the tears
and what's cardinal is now thus now being my only resource
a point where fate's dragging me kindly by force
I'm at a point where I must listen to my inner voices
prior to and base upon them to make my choices
I'm at a point where all are looking to see
if my dreams are really anything beyond mere fantasy
I'm at a point where I must join the race
where I must pull up my socks and double my pace
where the limit's above the sky deep in space
where no speech but my actions can make their case
I'm at a point where indeed life's a game of chess
and I'm most likely in the game as somebody's pawn
but in the struggle to be a player of my own
every move I make people start to second guess
where some roads are taken blank of my destination
and many expect me to answer their every question
I'm at a point where the miles are no longer just an estimation
where I'm defined by the litres of my perspiration
where I can't wait for the irons to be hot to strike
but strike until the cold irons are ideally furnace hot
or else quick judgement will pass if I do not
because all society does is conclude fast and alike
I'm at a point where all eyes are fixed to my direction
so I have to be mindful not to stand up with an *******
where the ball is in my hands and I gotta dazzle with my feet
I'm at a point where I mustn't dare admit defeat

They say she was molded from Angel wings,
that her face was brushed with star dust.
That she was bathed in a meteor shower,
And alloyed in an asteroid crust.
There was an eclipse each time she blinked
and when she cleared her throat an earthquake.
They say her heart was so big it could empty the Atlantic ocean,
that her smile was silver marinated with pure gold.
She caused solar flares when she flirted, global warming when she farted...  
Her presence, osmium-strong, held so much weight,
that all marveled at her, as sapphires were her eyes
and her mystic gaze held the aurora in their depths.
Her feet were cosmic, galaxies born with each step,
Her mind a black hole of infinite wisdom,
some thought her alien, others titan,
for she clutched the universe in her palms...
and her handshake was a bridge to uncharted realms.
Her hair flowed in dollops of molten amber and liquid silk,
and her hug they say was a gentle breeze across the desert sands.

This war started long ago with your great grandfather,
The difference being he was fighting to stay,
For the same reason you're fighting to leave...
He was fighting for this home which no longer is,
For the gods you now call pagan, for the culture you deem fake,
And the minerals, now heavy jewels around your neck.

This war started long before anyone thought it would,
When the iron snake started wriggling from the coast,
Spreading its poison across the land, carrying modernity with it,
When they killed the protesters of Tsavo and called them man-eaters.

This war started when Kinjikitile failed to save us from the fire spitting sticks,
When nyungu ya mawe fell, when the imperialist found the trade routes.

This war started long ago when your ancestors developed a taste for salt,
And were told to give away a few of your kin to have it...

This war started with that book that you believe in,
the one that speaks about sticks turning into snakes and people walking on water.

This war started when your great grand Uncle believed and collaborated,
even long before that, when the kabaka agreed to split this land.

This war started when we accepted the names the colonialist gave,
to our lakes, our rivers, our springs and then to our children...

Yet here you are pumped up like this war has just begun...

Consumed by hunger, creed to my philosophical mind feed
and by greed of finding more words you may never read
I stared straight at the sun and my eyes hurt
when I noticed it doesn't hurt with my eyes shut
and whatever still aches is 'cause am looking back
at the wounded mark rather than the new doors of luck...
With eyes shut the heat was doing my icy spirits unfreeze
I listened to the serenity of the of the breeze amidst trees,
they said sometimes lads move on but on their knees
and it's what the shards gotta do as it's all there's
that as long as I walk there'll always be a road to follow
and as long as I despair my soul will often be hollow...
so am gonna find another to hitch on my ride rather than go solo
I'll drink to quench the fires of my delusion
I'll make a path through which to move on of this confusion
even if it was a perilously deep first incision
and albeit it took so long to make this decision
to finally cope with the fact that we're totally through
and to find happiness in a world void of you
rather than hurt myself and others along trying to find another you
am glad I bled this long,it proves every word I said was true...
I hope you know whilst you promised to be there till your very last breath
I never promised but my affection's bound to outlive my death...
All the same, I'd still wait for you but I've run out of years
I was willing to cry forever, but I run out of tears
yet as well learned that I can be Superman to another Lois
and the only distance there's between melancholy and Joy's just a choice...
So I've made this choice, to laugh louder than I ever cried
to tend to all the bruises I have inside
to make a presence of your absence and to live as much as I died...

A day will come when those roseate lips will be wrinkled black
when that flexible and slender waist will be a bended back
when that hair you fried in search of exotic beauty
will one by one shed off until there's nothing left on your head
when that big sensual artificially induced *****
will progressively shrink and their bright shine will fade
time will come when your ballooned succulent firm *******
will deflate and turn into two flabby pieces of meat
when that graceful saunter that you've embraced
will be no more for those strong bones will be deadbeat
someday those bright eyes will be grotesquely sunken
toothless, your precious white teeth will all be broken
all those features that steal millions of souls and rob so many hearts
those that command respect and attract lustful love
from desperate suitors some of whom you feel don't deserve
will someday be depreciated and rusted invaluable parts
someday instead of being the art piece that you are
you'll be a pinnacle of horror to the oblivious of the beaut you were
you'll want love but only command passionate hate
enjoy your youth... right ahead awaits nature's terrible fate

You never get accustomed to saying goodbye,
not to family, not to friends... It never ceases
to be sad watching them leave, even when you
understand that they have to go... You never
stop yearning for an extra second that won't be enough
and through sparkly tears laugh... You never stop
feeling empty just after someone dear in your life
leaves even when you knew they are going leave
as soon as they came but then that's human nature...
We are not trees to just drop the old leaves of connection
or to forget the roots beneath the soils of family and friendship...
We ain't flowers to just watch the beautiful petals fall
because we were created to understand and feel
for every connection we create in our universe, be it
an electric charge, a glimpse of a smile, a second of eye
contact, a handshake, a wink... it's never about how long
you've known each other, the length only makes it harder...
You never get used to saying goodbye, you never just let go
of the touch, the palms may unclasp, but the hearts remain
entwined... That's why we miss people like you brother...
Safe Journey Androcles Nyonje, may you always remember
that we love you, and like Karen Kingsbury wrote in my favorite novel "Oceans Apart'
"Love you" means we are always together even when Oceans apart...
So know that even when latitudes apart, we'll always be close to you at heart...
Bon Voyage... and come again bombolini

There's a deficiency that's hurting my mind
A serenity I'm seeking but just can't find
but I'm still searching for it though it's an onerous task
I'm looking for palms that can massage emotions
which is not too much from nature to ask
or an unrealistic expectation and a fantastic notion
I'm looking for a caring pulse to motivate my heart
to beat again since it halted from ingestion of excessive pain
I'm looking for an eye that will obviously see my scars
but find them beautiful for they represent the many times
I've stood up when I tripped and badly fell
and the wounds I've tended to till they healed
I'm looking for someone who will appreciate
how far smiles walk to reach my gloomy face
and the fight they put up to create ripples
which consequently bring the changes in the place
I'm looking for someone who has dreams but knows actuality
one who will hope for the shores but surf with me across
the ocean of life,someone who will find content in my reality
I'm looking for fingers that will forever lock with mine
a long life commitment, don't come along if with you forever isn't fine
I'm eager for one who can see right through me to witness
and appreciate the wilted garden that lies within
a vast garden which can flourish again if adequately watered
by honest affection and trustworthy care
I'm looking for a just fine person,not a perfect angel
I've had less from this life that I can't ask for that much
I'm asking for someone who'll give me second chances
because I'm bound to make mistakes, being a novice,
a debutant in a field where I have played but a game
I can take the blame all the same, but I need  
someone who won't quickly opt for the evict notice
cause I'm looking to settle,
so I want a lifetime lease in a heart for rent
I'm the incomplete one that needs the one to complete me
looking for feet that dream of cars but can walk
a Mouth that has room for silence albeit the talk
I'm looking for strength, a "for better for worse"
a sweeter story than single, a blessing not a curse
a love that will be ornamented by sizzling friendship
which will endure past stinging thorns and roughing waves
through long dark tunnels and dump flying fox pellet filled stinking caves
well aware that life is a drama,a play written by karma
yet hoping for someone with whom to write the sequel of my amour
and make a beautiful set of books of tales of loss, endurance and victory
a simple story of holding on through thick and thin,
not necessarily a breathtaking romantic piece of history
for I prefer to live in the heart of the one I deserve
in a mortality to a melancholy immortality in the mind of eternity
I would rather be loved in my life than be remembered when I'm a gonna
I want to fall apart and make up,to taste the tears and laughter
'cause no road is all smooth and no rough but the road to hell
and no story is calm all through, not even a fairytale
so if you're out there,aware life is a variegation
with varying patches of perfect imperfection,
that the Sun is cool at dusk and dawn but there are times it incinerates
pestilentially like larva emitted by an erupting volcano
then I'm looking for you,you should know

He loathed insomnia but cherished staying up all night
with her in his arms sparkling brighter than star light

Her mother lied, spun the horror of reality into a beautiful tale,
Of perfection and grandeur, painted calm from storm and hail
She always whispered, "My princess, you're beyond compare,
With a big heart like yours, love will always be there."

But lies dripped from her lips, painting a mirage,
A portrait of non existent affection, like a flickering collage.
She claimed that men would **** for eyes that bright,
While truth hid beneath the surface shrouded in night.

Her mother lied that men would scramble for the warmth in her arms,
that her smooth and silky hair carried with it fairy charms
She blinded her to the grotesque of reality she had seen
and masked her from the sweet stench of where she had been

Her mother told her that hips like hers made men want to stay
that the man for her wouldn't show up just for a roll in the hay
her mother showed her how ugly she looked with a frown
that her smile was for a queen, and she should never let go of that crown...

the only truth her mother told her was to forever be down to earth
and to never ever let anything or anyone undervalue her worth
for whatever life would turn out to be years later
She would always remain her mother's daughter....