Mama said, “Do not be consumed,”

But what does she know of hearts

That merge,

That ingurgitate,

Each other greedily and walk conjointly?

As I stand before her dazed

And mindless

Mama knew that I had been consumed

And burned by love.

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There’s a penetralia I go to

Away from unseen eyes.

It’s not far away

There, I find myself waiting.

My real self,

And we have these talks,

Enlightenment talks we say,

As we power walk.

Empowered I exit to conquer the

World with my worldly face on.

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I have had a hard life, you know,

It’s been one bad tumble after another.

I remember mama saying that

I must have an inbuilt homing device,

For where there were

Ninety nine good ones and one bad one,

I go straight for the bad one.

So when I set my eyes on you,

I just knew,

You were the one for me.

Your eyes spoke of hidden adventures,

Your skin spoke to mine in tingling sensations,

And I knew I was in for another tumble,

But this time I won’t be alone,

Because we will tumble entangled together,

Down the slippery slope to,

Whatever awaits below.

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I was a tough girl

Easy on the eyes,

With a determined mindset.

The boys had nothing on me

Once they pushed me,

And just about lived to tell the tale.

They said I fought like a girl,

Of course I did,

I used my hands, wrists and teeth,

To mark my territories on them.

Now, when they see me coming,

They doff their hats to me,

And yet, my mama said

Boys don’t respect a tomboy

They like a girlie girl.

My mama should see me now

I am queen of all the balls.

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I flip through my mind’s photo album

Filled with memories of how it was

And the promises of what could have been

And a reminder of what it’s not

And what will never be

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The darkness and I are one

I immerse myself in it

I am clothed head to toe in it

I wallow in my self pity

I drink the dregs of my

Self abandonment in you.

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