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Aajah hunley Mar 2020
A constant stare in the mirror
A witness to my story
Every chapter of my book is the same
An open agenda of rainy forecast

When will I ever have peace?
When will my heart ever feel whole?

I am taunted by this breathe
This ora this presence that is so dumb-founded that every situation  is a re-enactment of the day  before.

Investments become unoticed, unappreciated, and unwelcomed.
Aajah hunley Mar 2020
In the mirror  you fool yourself  into thinking you are without sin

You feel as though you can fool me the way you fool the reflection  you are staring at

You spit flaming lies, but somehow I knowingly  look past them in hopes that they will fade away

You are a venomous  creature
  ready to strike
but i am shield  by grace we both know if our worlds collide  I will devour you

Sing the song of false Prophets  the song you sang so beautifully  

Reveal  yourself  to the world so that they know your are nothing true or whole.

Claims  of knowing the  "Most High ",and claims of loving something  so velvety.

False Prophet you are and lies and sin you preach  when only a fool would believe  your words are heavenly.
Aajah hunley Mar 2020
They seem to be blinded by the gray glares of my eyes
Hypnotized  by my sinless hips
Mesmerized by the fullness of my soft temptous lips
I wheel them in with the fairytales and fables
I will tell them that they are worthy  
And there is no one else in this world for me
I will break them into pieces  like they will try to do me
Their eyes will tell their  secrets and even when lies are coming from their lips.
They will be my peasants  and I will be their queen
They shall kneel before me with bleeding  wounds across there chest
Lashes for  everytime they tell me they love me
They will wash my feet with holy rosemary  and embrace the aroma of my soft petal like skin.
Aajah hunley Mar 2020
Beauty does it not show on my skin

Wisdom do you not hear it in my speech.

Hurt can you allow me to show you my scars

No I dont expect you to bow down to me

But do not call me a *****  or a *****.

Because  I am a Queen
Made by a king
Designed for a prince
One that will not misuse my heart and what that sees me for my wisdom.
Aajah hunley Mar 2020
Why am I invisible to the world?
Why must they walk past me with the whispyness of the wind?
This emptiness  I feel inside is very much real .
A hardening of my soul
Days and nights I have wept  over the disparity  of my life
The life a solid  being
They took my identity  and gave me a new
One with no definition  .... to be continued
Aajah hunley Jun 2020
This time around so much is different
Or at least that’s what I thought
The feeling of being undefeated is no more
I started to let my guards down for you and you showed me your intentions
You knock me down with your blazing eyes because I see your truths and I know that your mouth speaks lies
The attention that you lust does not live here.
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