Look into my bluest eye
and see the thousand faces of truth
am a beggar, and am the truth
not your sugarcoated statistics
-statistics are human beings
with the tears wiped off
Look into my bluest eye
and see the pain and shame
hidden by the sparkles
and pseudo-smiles
am hurting and hating
yet no one notices
Behind this veil of bliss
are a thousand faces
a thousand faces of truth
a thousand faces bathed in blood
a thousand faces knowing no smiles
a thousand faces of truth
If you ever look into human faces
remove the veil of bliss and watch
take your time to notice the faces
-a thousand faces of truth
Look into my bluest eye
and see
look into my bluest eye
and see a thousand faces
look into my bluest eye
and see a thousand faces of truth
remove the veil of bliss
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
...AM LIVING MY DREAM...
I won't pierce this sharp knife
through my pith,
won't end my troubled existence
because only I,
understand what I've been through
I thought I was in love-
before I got this mass
of extra cells;
they call it a foetus
-but love is always the reason
for doing dishonourable things
and I was stupid,
I fell victim to his whims,
sweet talk
and careless caresses
then he said I pissed him off
and he dumped me,
he wasted me
There are many like him,
many of his kind,
they don't listen to voices
crying in the wilderness
they pretend not to see
the ceaseless tears,
maimed hearts
and crushed spirits
yet they are the cause
of the ceaseless suffering
To you little one
playing soccer in my belly,
sometimes whistling
a soothing melody,
I know you're innocent
that's why I've chosen to live
to let you live
So I won't pierce this sharp knife
through my pith,
won't end my troubled existence
because only I,
understand what I've been through
He played with my honour
and left me desolate
like a deserted mine,
its richness extracted,
its story forgotten
He left me frigid and frail
and mocked at my being
he said my bones are dry,
they have no life
but these dry bones
will still support my being
they've refused to rot
in the gutter of condemnation
Though they'll think me of no value,
think am a whore, slut, bitch
I' ll still walk proud
and tell my story
I won't pierce this sharp knife
through my pith,
won't pierce this sharp knife
through my throat.....
through my pith,
won't end my troubled existence
because only I,
understand what I've been through
I thought I was in love-
before I got this mass
of extra cells;
they call it a foetus
-but love is always the reason
for doing dishonourable things
and I was stupid,
I fell victim to his whims,
sweet talk
and careless caresses
then he said I pissed him off
and he dumped me,
he wasted me
There are many like him,
many of his kind,
they don't listen to voices
crying in the wilderness
they pretend not to see
the ceaseless tears,
maimed hearts
and crushed spirits
yet they are the cause
of the ceaseless suffering
To you little one
playing soccer in my belly,
sometimes whistling
a soothing melody,
I know you're innocent
that's why I've chosen to live
to let you live
So I won't pierce this sharp knife
through my pith,
won't end my troubled existence
because only I,
understand what I've been through
He played with my honour
and left me desolate
like a deserted mine,
its richness extracted,
its story forgotten
He left me frigid and frail
and mocked at my being
he said my bones are dry,
they have no life
but these dry bones
will still support my being
they've refused to rot
in the gutter of condemnation
Though they'll think me of no value,
think am a whore, slut, bitch
I' ll still walk proud
and tell my story
I won't pierce this sharp knife
through my pith,
won't pierce this sharp knife
through my throat.....
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