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Her Her Body is Carved out of Mud. She is as Solid as a Rock. Soft as Water. Light as Wool. Heavier than Iron. Her Soul is Created from Fire and Ice. Strongest of all Creations. Weak as Water Lily. Dirty as Mud Water. Clean as Cloud. Bitter as... Read More
Tangled Like prison walls Your heart is a dark room Where elegies are composed In verses, stanzas, and acts Like a webbed abode Devoid of sanity Not even a vacancy You got me this attitude. Cause me to melt Like the scorched ice Under this... Read More
Sometimes looking back allows you to reminisce on the past The good times you enjoyed and relished And the bad you felt estranged and choked with The passion that burnt you deeply The anger that left you helpless yet powerful The smiles that... Read More
Say It Hold me closer to hear them Make me feel lost as I do Entrench the hollow Let's go deeper, for in our hands The liquor to toast to truth is. My soul wants to hear it The words of the hearty craver My cognoscente, I want to learn and hear... Read More
Black, what a rare complexion She stands firm, beautiful under the sun’s reflection Green shades on her eyes, her expression Her cloth, as white as it can be, exudes radiation Life for her was so interesting Her parent stood by her despite her... Read More
Dear Laitan You possess the strength of Venus I was yours and still is As Night takes shelter with Dawn But you're cramped in the sunken place Daily I fight to recover your soiled childhood I strive to make you heal I know your scars run deep, your... Read More
Where are the warriors Whence plunged in horrors Mortals of thousand colors. Where are the curious curators Trothed with tectonic ancestors Who healed thousands sick on their corridors. Where are the witnesses to the sculpted scriptures Where... Read More
At the break of our dying days Our mouths brimmed With flowing milk From the succulent spring – our mothers’ breasts Our manured hearts Knew no groan to grasp The marbles of our fathers From the secrecy of the gods We... Read More
(i) My body is a crime scene Call the cops Cos you can’t hide the corpse Mother says I need policing The reason my thoughts, hair, face, dress are always under scrutiny is because Boys don’t get pregnant You, lady,... Read More