Yea a few words for thought about love:
liefde, amor, amore, l'amour, dashuri
It would sound more than nice,
But thats what he/ she always converse about
Instead how about I throw some rhythm your way
So you can catch the beat of my heart
Feel it in your hands
Look at it go sounding like my ancestors beautiful handmade drum with their feet on mother earths soil
"boom boom " "boom boom"
yea that’s my rhythm
Can you feel it?
Now you know my average beat
So i allow thee to enter my time capsule which was supposed to be locked away
But look see I've awaken from a non-memorable dark
Pitch black my rhythm goes "boooooom booom" "booooom boooooom"
slower than ever
My body lay there heavier than ever before just like Goliath… see that dead weight on the floor
none of this is about love I must embed in ur mind see
its about betrayal and actions of deceit
that I must defeat
now back to my beat I still don’t understand that night you see
I don’t understand how my God let it be
what was the reason they thought they could dwell in me
no consent, no cautious involvement,
waking up asking how could this be
texting that one friend saying “ I’m scared, I don’t know what I’m doing, can you come get me please?”
minutes later no response
Who would come and help me
My heart goes “ boom boom boom baboombabom” a faster repetition
Feel the rhythm of my heart
See the red tears as they stream
Smell the lingering scent of that clear liquid
Alcohol is what they call “it “
I sit there and purge purge purge up chuck upchuck
My heart skips a beat
My eyes close
For I do not see what’s truly in front of me
My mother’s mother said she’d never endured/ seen such a harsh smell
At least not on a woman like me
Still in spite of what she sees
She bathes me
My mind absent more than before
My rhythm is lost now
Can you help me?
I scream can anyone help me?
But I’m really screaming all in my thoughts you see
I feel it, it’s screaming
Have, have you heard my heart?
Do you hear its cries?
Do you hear its cries?
I didn’t think so
Because you see society and all it’s bigotries allow him/ her, you and me to be blinded to what’s front of thee.
You say you aren’t but denial is common so restate your comment because you are blind , blind to my troubles indeed.
It’s part of the norm
For the beats of my heart cannot be recuperated in your farm
Not returned to its God given form
Not returned to it’s God given form
See he molded me
Not returned to it’s God given form
Not nurtured by your farmers to lay their warm healthy hands on.
I am not the beat of my heart nor the rhythm of how it’s tears flows, but my heart is me
Yes I said my heart is me
And without my vessel storing all thine emotions how would this be
You know the tears of mine heart should be released slowly
and it all depends on understanding and forgiveness of him and he
yet they aren’t the same person but the same motives because they were inside of me
all depending on this one intervention this must be
because it’s all up to me!!!
I pray to my heavenly father to let this be
And to haunt me nor dwell in my dreams,
But to make more than the woman I was before
So I can be molded back to my God given form with a better exterior
Cause it’s all up to me
Cause it’s all up to me
I repeat this cause it’s all up to me only with ambition and trust in me will this intervention be !
