I see you in my dreams..
Yes dreams.
I mean they used to be nightmares
But that little girl who used to have fears?
The fear of you coming after her again
The fear of you taking what was truly hers from the beginning
The fear of you hurting her again?
That girl is dead!

Who killed her you may ask?

You.. *******

See you took away my forgiving heart
The heart that did not believe in revenge
I used to think an vengeance was a *****
And breeds anger, causing the past to impinge on the future
But that was until you came into my life
And took away my dignity, my pride..
My youthful exuberance

Now I'm not that naïve little girl you hurt..
I am like Judas 'la Scarriott
The man who sold Jesus
Man, I am now as brutal as Satan himself
Call me anti-christ if you may
And you are my slave.
You are like Thanks-Giving turkey stuck in the gist of my throat
And I?
****, I need to puke!

Who do you think you are heh?

A boss? A king?
Living by "This is a man's world" ?
Going around taking what doesn't belong to you?
Well meet me, I am the Devil
And you are just my spawn
I'd call you a *******, but ***** my nikka?
is an understatement for whoever it is that bore you
Entlek you too are a *****!

Remember when I said "Please" and you said "No" ?

That was the day, man, was the day
You killed the last grain of light I had within me
I now embody hatred and evil within me..
I now live by the timeless creed "revenge is sweet"
I am like the shaman, "That's a cute word for witch"
And shamans do not forgive..
I shall seek vengeance, get a knife
A gun even..
So *****? You better watch you ***** back..
And sleep with one eye open

Because my name is Thuto Gaasenwe..

... And I'm coming for your ***!

CAUTION : Piece includes words that might create graphic pictures in your imagination so reader discretion is advised. Enjoy..*

A story about a little girl who got robbed of her pride..*

The truth she holds.. Makes her feel so cold as she unfolds..
The story she never told
The story that awakens the pits of hell
The story about a little girl

She was pinned against the wall
Being 15, she was a little small
Slapped and beaten to the point were she couldn't even crawl
Their ***** against the cookie..You know.. The *****?
Tongue against her chest, between her *******
You can imagine the rest!

The constant touching and feelings
Her eyes? Glued to the cieling
Screaming, pleading..
Praying and begging the merciless men
To stop their merciless act..
All night long ******* her brains out..
I can see the agony in her eyes
Saying "Help me" but the words sentenced to life, refusing to get out!
The freight kissing.. The cookie licking
Forced to do the ******* and of course
The constant *******.. The *******. The *******!
Crying.. Weeping.. Till the point were
There were no more tears to shed,,
no more words to say..

It was like she got auctioned with these demon to bid, But she was just a kid!
Sold to the devil and his accomplice in the chair..
Pulled off the good life by the strands of her hair
She was like a puppet to them.. Dangling from limb to limb
"No one cares" they said..
Cutting her and ******* her, wishing she was dead..
She thought they were right you see..
"Cause all that time no one gave a **** about me"

But I do.. And you know why? Because she is little girl.. Just like me... Do You? <3

I can't talk to nobody,
I feel like nobody understands,
So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew..
I'm just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write.
Cause when I feel like no hears me,
I just write..