Family Ties

6 years old
Her favourite song plays as mummy takes a phone call
She decides to leave the house to……
Pick up..
She is under the lack of protection from the latest in a long line of mummy’s spouses …
The epitome of purity
A baby
Yet to come of age…..
Womanhood forced upon her that day…
With each unwanted touch her layers of innocence peel away…
Stripped
By a man who decided today he wants to…..
Fuck
Her brown eyes are wide…
Shut
Demise is now her destiny..
Her silence pleads as she bleeds from the seam where her crying soul meets her humanity. ..
She survived a nightmare..
Years passed
Other men came…
None of them ever stayed. ..
Mummy drowns in her bottle with residues of unsweetened candy cane around the orophous of her face…
An all too familiar sight..
She points…..
The unrighteous finger of blame…..
The venom of words manifested from unsobered thoughts of mother ring out…
Daughter tries to escape….
Hoping these moments will erase….
She wants to…..
Forget…
But she is reminded of the pain and suffering by the flies on the walls…
The eyes and shadows that follow…
All the shameful silhouettes
An honour student in the life of hard knocks
Deferring her dreams of better course
Instead more hurdles…
Equestrian without horse….
She struggles….
She straddles….
Her legs spread wide
Her mind… ..
Narrow
No love to make
Feet to ceiling…
A hard beat plays on her uterus drum
Disconnect without rhythmic feeling….
Acustomed to this she had become. ..
Suited and booted to her family ties….
Undressed…
Following in the footsteps of mum…
This is how she came to know love
Choosing what she considered a man
Tall limbed
Long armed like the law…
He would become her authority
Strong arming and harming
Convincing her that his affection lay in his clenched fists
Bruising and discolouring her beautiful skin……
She looks at herself in the mirror and sees only reflections of sin
But the growing bump on her stomach displays universal love and blessings….
You see the search for the love of a man was her world
Till the late evening of September the 3rd A virgo she did birth
7 pounds four ounces
She would name her daughter Earth…
6 years pass
Daddy is long gone….
Earth’s favourite song plays as mummy takes a phone call
She decides to leave the house to…..
Pick up..
Earth is under the lack of protection from the latest in a long line of mummy’s spouses
The epitome of purity
A baby
Yet to come of age…
Womanhood almost enforced upon her that day…
Until Mummy returns pale faced
The knife she plunged away…
Breaking the chain…
No longer enslaved
There her attacker lay…
Motionless…
Blood stained
Euphoria with the release of guilt and emotional pain…
Today she finds purpose in her previous turmoil. ..
Her life had not been in vain

Outrun **

It’s hard not to be a criminal
When the government repeatedly tries to fuck us all
Drug dealers where I grew up were the superstars of the neighbourhood
Signing autographs
Telling me to stay away from their lines of work
As not to walk in their shoes or follow their paths
Life’s battles and postcode wars
Fighting over land that none of us own
Whilst the struggle for mortgage payments by those who were told it’s a smart investment
Leads to banks repossessing their homes
Across the way in a derelict block remains the stench of a urine filled stairwell
Inhabited by a younger with potential
Though he runs well he can’t outrun himself
Suited to a sterotyped role of unfulfilled destiny
He deserves to be an Oscar nominee
Playing out a carefully socially constructed part until it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy
The sythetic constructs of man
Has left a stain as damaging as touching the angelic soul with dirty hands
Colonised minds
Young boys in the hood with a skewed conception of what it really means to be a man

The Game

She hides herself
Camouflages her fractured heart in the bedraggled wilderness of an abyssal anguish
At the unswept kerbside she anxiously awaits the phantasm of a wagon to wealth
A pretty woman
Languishing in her world of concealed pain
This veil won’t disguise her shame for too much longer
A prisoner trapped in the confines of what she is yet to perceive as a beautiful mind
but her misconception of this has led to this destitute life to which she has now resigned
On the beauty of life she no longer ponders
she has fallen victim to the great lie
Believing all of her best years are too far beyond her and that her clipped wings won’t allow her to fly
Stuck in missionary under analytic eyes
His grubby calloused hands claim their prize
Her body moves all seductively
Yet frozen is her mind
Her thoughts and dreams have become idle
As a child she envisioned flying planes and luxurious gowns for pilots purposes all bridal
He touches her but never touches her whole
Like a mosquito sitting on the skin Unhurriedly sucking at her soul
The world looks on with a lack of sympathy for on the surface this is the life she chose
Unbeknown that as a child at the alter of innocence
This is when her precious life had been stole