Well i don't know how or why
Pain on my head
Not so hurting
Maybe the multiple bruises etched to my skin.
My burning heart
My dry tear gland
Elude the relief dat comes from crying

I don't know how or why
But my wobbly legs
Strong enough to let me walk with my head-up.
Flames in my heart
Emitted as ice cold breaths
Making my already swollen face pale
The bruises hurt yet my skin glows and shines
The blobs bleeding yet concealed by braids worth more than my brideprice

I don't know how or why
But i stopped asking for reasons long ago
Maybe cos the more i asked d more the reasons drove me insane
Their actions gave me reasons to push wrecklessly
Reasons to hate; fueled my rage and drive for success
Not sympathetic; I've got nothing to loose
No reason to back down: childish fantasies to make d world better replaced by the emotions you thought me

I dono how or why
I do know; your actions are stuck to my memory.
I was weak, you were strong, my cries and blood didn't make you stop.
It'd take me time to get square,
Ages maybe to acquire the resources to laugh while you hurt.
But trust: I don't forgive
                 I don't forget
                 I don't even pretend to
Revenge is definitely a dish best served cold.