Thug angel

She is too opinionated

Too much of an independent

She is a man for all I care

Stuffed into a female body as a guise

If a jagged glass could pierce the shield

 You'll find a broken girl...yes indeed

No harm done to the body

but to the spirit...A welt too large to soothe easily

To be this keeper's keeper

wills great sacrifice, not a quest in subduing

Cos to conquer such a one

takes only but a virtue; PATIENCE

Her unscaled walls will fall without a march round it

Her grit will melt like a burnt sacrifice

Her hard exterior will part readily without a command

Taking with it the welt now but a memory

Facade

At first glance...the eyes stray

With a second look...the lips say

The words the eyes tried to convey

Thoughts like...you are beautiful

Pondering such as...my eyes could feast on you

Mulling as insane as...you are my dream come true

If all this were true

Then the inner being would be retarded

Left to waste, no silver linning in sight;not even a resurrection

To compete with this façade

Would be to conjure a dead man to life

To will a house from stone

An illusion to real

To be deemed surreal

Where art thou?

That tiny part of my heart under seal

Waiting for the right finger to peel

And be set free pleads for release

If I ever find you, many questions I’d ask

The first being “What took you so long?”

To be free without a scar, having being under lock for so long

My heart ponders on how I’d know

Will there be a mark visible to me alone

Pray tell where such a one is

My lonely heart searches for you

With binoculars to scan every nook

With microscopes to zoom into every heart

Desiring to find my name inscribed

A telling sign that you are mine

Except I’m weary of the search

Now settling into the sphere of despair

Masquerading till you come rescue me.

Pray do not tarry

Else I’d wilt from the anguish

Else my heart will languish

RED

I see red

In the eye of the oppressed

In the heart of a wounded

In the frailty of an abandoned child

In the rawness of a bruised hide

In the cheap condemnation of an innocent

Woe to them who keep themselves

Whose dignity has been kept on shelves

May they never go rusty having no oil to lubricate

Cast in stones for the pride of self, inspiring self hate

Who knows not any style nor ways to please?

I see red

On the white sheets

On the heart that smiles as it takes the step

On lips that captures the serenity

On the tongue that bites the layers off

Hail to them who held it all

Bestowing on thee who is willing to watch them crawl

Even though the world has deemed them dumb

You have become more than a chum.

The Gang

 

Speeches inspired by crunchy clean bills

Warnings cease about dem nasty pills

Welcome! Welcome to the club of the elite

Words that render the unattached green

Plain to see as the symbolic white

That publicizes the bride

A wet behind the ear member

Of the most sought-after-gang.