Blackgirl

You can't kill me twice you killed me when you lied when you didn't love her when you treated with contempt when your eyes wandered when you tried to crush her when you thought you owned us You killed me when you considered me an outlet for your anger when you raised your belt, the welts and marks the sign of death the death of my love, my feelings of me seeing you You killed me when you broke every promise when you compared me to others when you put others first when I didn't matter when you didn't respect me You can't kill me again because i'm already dead. The girl I was, who loved you

It has been a long time, a lot of things has happened, a lot has been done. But I'm grateful i'm still here and able to still write. I never stopped writing just blogging, I have been offline since the beginning of the year and i'm back now, hopefully for good. Thanks for sticking with me. Our fatherland of bleakness  Of tears and pain Land of endless inopportunities Broken ladders of success Rot of booming streams Broken sense of hope  Lost ambitions, dead dreams Filled with could-haves and would-haves Helper of the rich, stomper of the triers and dreamers Darkness surrounding ambitions Constant call for help Shoving the honest Embracing the pockets The recycled, recycling and re-use of past Lost in past glory When shall new doors open When shall light come and unhibited  laughter fill our mouths O fatherland we long.