Born a porcupine 🦔
Angry as a wasp 🐝
A hornet’s nest waiting to be stirred
I Didn’t ask for this 🤷🏾♀️
I was born a blade 🗡️
Tore my mother’s womb to shreds
I’m the curse of a labouring woman 🤱
The tears of a crying baby 🚼
The regret of a widower
I’m of nothing but tears & sorrow that I represent.
The gloom I harvest with my presence
Of love lost 💔
Of an ember put out with blood 💉
Of Smouldered hope 😩
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A very enlightening post
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A million thanks Akbar. You’re very kind 😊
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Aye, The monster we create.
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Thus, he brings forth suffering & hate cause that’s all he knows.
The monsters we create indeed.
Thanks for the enlightenment sir.
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An embodiment of emotions that opposite of happiness, hope. In essence you painted a picture of pain, despair. Why though??
Eid Mabruk.
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Life of a child birthed with the eternal silence of the mother as a price
Whose every breath reminds his kin of the woman he silenced
Innocent, he is, but he’s being punished for the sin he didn’t commit
That drove him wild, & cold
They gave him no love, so he gives nothing back
He owes no one
Knows no one
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