These works are translated by a creative, young girl whose growth was interrupted. The gravity of her pain is buried very deep. This page is an effort to rescue her expressing as God allows, her thoughts as they unfold. Now as she peers through the lens of a woman, she endeavors to free herself. As she taps into those hidden places, a true poet is sure to emerge. I hope as you read, you too will unearth some things inside yourself and with her, continue to grow.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Today
He thinks he is in love with me
Because today I am his fantasy
Right height, right complexion
Right size, soft skin
Beautiful smile, sexy voice
Nice teeth, cute feet
Smells good enough to eat
Can't resist, you can't compete
Today I'm on his mind
He needs to see me
Wants to touch
His nature rises when I'm near
Can't stay away, but not to fear
For now I am all he wants
He is addicted to his lust
He thinks it's me that drives him wild
But that is just his inner-child
So immature, Can't hear the word no
He's not ready to grow
But I am no hoe
You're busy tossing and turning
Spying and crying
Envying, hating
Though you'll lie and deny it
Plotting and scheming
Oftentimes screaming
I'm sitting here laughing
My conscience is clear
I've got him wide open
He's getting in deeper
We're about to climax
He thinks I'm a keeper
I'm sure gonna miss
All of this attention
But it has to end soon
He hates when I mention
The clock will stop ticking
He'll run out of steam
Tomorrow will make this all
Seem like a dream
When tomorrow comes in
She'll aggressively enter
And he will be distracted by her presence
As if I were never here.
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