A wrecking ball hit but fury won’t lift me
For these balled slit wrists to hit back
This isn’t just cursed luck cashed eons ago, now hitting because it can
It is savageness with the utmost nonchalance
These dreams should now stop
We have plans but the universe gets first draft
With a wink handing us dark obstacle tracks
Gleefully watching from the terraces as we fight back
Till wounded, we give in, losing the war and battles
Bloodied, weary and lost we follow its plan
Eventually meeting our own at the last turn
You can stop now, for the next part you already know
Tears won’t stop from my immortal well
The pain is hell but I wear it well like every smile with my African dresses
Traces. Races. Today’s mile is tough, tomorrow could be worse
Thunder roars in clouds overhead
With questions, doubts, what ifs and dawning realities
Raging floods drown my voice, the noise
Stealing my gasp for fresh breath, for a break
Lights and cameras melt my smile, questioning my victimity,
Demanding the truth to truths, where lies the truth?
My pain, loss, dreams and new reality on trial
Everyone in denial wanting me to hide in a lie
Today I found a teardrop on my guitar and every strum was a wail
When I sang, my mic whispered, “wait” dashing out to retch
My drum’s beats, too sad to rhythm again wiggled in pain and fainted
I’ll find a hand to rouse them to shape because we,
CAN’T BE DEFEATED
You conspired with the universe, made it a case of you and us
Forcing you in me, derailed my plans and dreams
My pleas your music as you heaved, moaned and groaned
Denying me mental peace, emotional stability, right to womanhood, dignity and respect
Look what you did to me
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