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Sunny days bring smiles on faces Girls with ***** shorts and sunglasses Guys with muscle tops or floral hemps and snapback caps September 19th was sunny Well, that's until the clouds acuated the skies and made all the smile evacuate to dystopia This was an apocalypse in my parent's house, a place I used to call home My father, Christopher was the devil, Lucifer and my mother was an angel with wings- a delightful servant of Venus, the goddess of love Only, she couldn't fly Not mentally, not physically and definitely not verbally Her vocal chords were shaking as she passed her voice to my dad She was the rainbow and sunshine that was no longer divine it was cryin’ while the devil was roarin’ as if he was a god in which he was, but only of hell He omitted fire but this time, it was cold So cold that a tornado spun around the dining room as I sat there, frozen, and watched like a snowman The pupils of my eight year old eyes witnessed the ending of a love I thought was immortal A love that I used to think was magical and illiterate A love that formed in two hearts that bided into one on their own without the education of authorities This was apartheid!, and my parents were illegally married A white European knight in shining armour to an African goddess with attractive eyes I started to believe that my mind used to be a foolish thrall to the world of perfect love But now I believe that it’s a vendee who bought the saying, “love is blind” I was a child who no longer believed in the love of mankind I had trouble finding myself ‘cause faith is to believe what you cannot see and self-love was nowhere in sight Now love is something I have to draw and I cannot neutralize it with optimism ‘cause my world was at an apocalypse when the sun was supposed to be out...
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Love From Dystopia
Sunny days bring smiles on faces Girls with ***** shorts and sunglasses Guys with muscle tops or floral hemps and snapback caps September 19th was sunny Well, that's until the clouds acuated the skies and made all the smile evacuate to dystopia This was an apocalypse in my parent's house, a place I used to call home My father, Christopher was the devil, Lucifer and my mother was an angel with wings- a delightful servant of Venus, the goddess of love Only, she couldn't fly Not mentally, not physically and definitely not verbally Her vocal chords were shaking as she passed her voice to my dad She was the rainbow and sunshine that was no longer divine it was cryin’ while the devil was roarin’ as if he was a god in which he was, but only of hell He omitted fire but this time, it was cold So cold that a tornado spun around the dining room as I sat there, frozen, and watched like a snowman The pupils of my eight year old eyes witnessed the ending of a love I thought was immortal A love that I used to think was magical and illiterate A love that formed in two hearts that bided into one on their own without the education of authorities This was apartheid!, and my parents were illegally married A white European knight in shining armour to an African goddess with attractive eyes I started to believe that my mind used to be a foolish thrall to the world of perfect love But now I believe that it’s a vendee who bought the saying, “love is blind” I was a child who no longer believed in the love of mankind I had trouble finding myself ‘cause faith is to believe what you cannot see and self-love was nowhere in sight Now love is something I have to draw and I cannot neutralize it with optimism ‘cause my world was at an apocalypse when the sun was supposed to be out...
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