From the moment of my procreation. My story was written, nature took its cause and **** happened. I was assigned to live freely according to my will but he? He was unexpected and I was clueless. Yet he was my one desire he filled me so elegantly. However, he was something, someone out of my reach . He was something, someone not written in the law of my nature

Emotions, they rained down and over my body, my soul, that liquid, dripping sensation, that toxin, that sin. Yet there was still that ****** I was oblivious of. Not every emotion I have felt, but I was yet to discover. The emotion I yearned to know was love. But the love I wanted to know, was not the love I needed to know. It was not written.

But my curiosity lend me to search what I thought was missing, having karma biting me on my  backside, teaching me a lesson leaving me scars and marks of my curiosity to remind me of my unrighteous sin, it which taught me to be patient with the world. But this hunger and strive that lived in me made it an obligation to soul search.

But it the mist of my soul search he had my everything of mine.
My mind,
my body,
my soul
and ....
my heart.
Black hearted, stone cold he gave two things his body and mind the rest was not written in the laws of my nature.


By Cheyanne Ntangu