Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Hope.


Somewhere safer,
where walking alone feels free
not feared.
Somewhere brighter,
where darkness is a gift,
not horror.
Where your heels make music,
not noise.
Where your tiara means royalty,
not adultery.
Where love makes sense,
and so do you.
Where sexuality expressed is power,
not a license to rape.
Where liberation is a state,
not just a word.
But who am I to speak?
Just a girl!
Yeah, where a girl is not 'just'.




Monday, October 5, 2015

Angels in bed.

The flooded sky chose me for the rain
Let it pour its veins for death,
Its flesh for my dress,
But angels don’t die of happiness
The curse of heaven is dead,
So is the lady in bed.
Her world is still, speechless
But angels tend to die of happiness.