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

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