Alcoholic, the voice that speak many languages.
You empower yourself with a gulp and turn to me in anger
Tore me down into pieces
Forced the hood into my thigh, neglecting the fitness and tenderness
Gosh! You sprayed it all over me
You laugh as hot tears graced my face and mock my weaken voice crying for freedom
Finally, the voices vanished and left you in misery
Deed is done
Good girl join bad gang
Ready to spit venom on faces with manhood
She journeyed in pain and hate
Losing her happiness to a terror
Alas! Mother luck rejected her as her wounded soul haunt her to grave
She left her home to mingle among termites
she caused the land of the living.
Photo crd: Benjamin Fraas