My ancestors taught me to be bold, brave and outspoken. My society teaches me to keep quiet, roll over and take the hand outs I'm presented with. My spirit tells me to incinerate the negativity around me by adhering to beats of a broken heart in my chest, Yes! My body wants me to fight fights in the wars between two worlds- theirs and mine, But my mind, my mind is trapped in-between rifles and swords. Can't you tell from the scars and holes? I'm fighting to free my soul.
Many times I sit on my tarnished tear stained chair Trying to figure out who is really here I tried to paint a picture of how I actually feel But I couldn't find the right colours to make it look real Not one colour was vivid enough for me to see straight again Not one trace of colour was bright enough to show my angonizing pain Not one colour was deep enough to show you the wounds in my heart that I feel everyday The only thing revealed on the never ending sheets of paper were.. Teardrop stains Never ending like my burning pain! Nothing in this world can ever compare!! To my teardrop stains My picture of pain
She sits on her bed stiff and her body aching Her daily pain arrives upon awaking She struggles and fight to get out of her bed It has only been seconds and the burning pain has already begun to spread Spread like wild fire Spread like a woman's desire Single tears fall, this angonizing pain is rather extreme A smile planted on her face even though on the inside she screams Can't anyone see her sorrow and despair No one believes her pain is really there But she is a woman of great strength A woman that protects her family so she would go to any length She is voluptuous Luminous Mostly vivacious Forever she will fight this pain until her death This burning and excruciating pain until her last breath