THEN WILL MY PEN CEASE

With my feather and inkwell I’ll express my state of mind On my scrolls I’ll pen my bitterness towards mankind Until respect and tolerance is shown to womankind Ne’er will my feather wither, ne’er will my ink cease Until that cruel man stops being a dictator And to her, he’s actions are no longer a… Continue reading THEN WILL MY PEN CEASE

THE SCAR

These scars I earned On the night your father Pounced on me in drunken stupor Because my food pleased not his tongue Many a night, I’ve neared the cliffs of death My beauty vanished by the magic of beatings For I was but a drum happily beaten Forced to make beautiful sounds What choice did… Continue reading THE SCAR