Apr 2017
It was March 2007,
An exact decade
The land was barren
My bare body laid
The air was in drought
Helplessness rioted and raid
Humanity was in scarcity
My debt soul sinfully paid
For its innocence
He was inside me, collecting dues
I was nine, crying and loud
He was forty one, enjoying and proud.
My money ran out,
August 2011.
April 2017
Debts never truly forgotten,
It was after work Saturday when
My debts finally finished paying
A vase left him bleeding
No longer loud and helpless.
-fir.m
An exact decade
The land was barren
My bare body laid
The air was in drought
Helplessness rioted and raid
Humanity was in scarcity
My debt soul sinfully paid
For its innocence
He was inside me, collecting dues
I was nine, crying and loud
He was forty one, enjoying and proud.
My money ran out,
August 2011.
April 2017
Debts never truly forgotten,
It was after work Saturday when
My debts finally finished paying
A vase left him bleeding
No longer loud and helpless.
-fir.m
I decided that it was about time i opened with this childhood treachery. I've always been to scared to let go, to truly visit this earth as it's guest. See the thing is my entire life lived so far has made me feel captive. Captured in my own skin, the skin i blame for my vulnerability, but no more. I was without once, but not anymore. Remember, no one can ever break your soul without your consent. Fight it, fight your own mind, fight your own skin for it's own freedom. You wouldn't regret it I promise.
