I’m watching tears fall from the sky

I’m hugging the babylonian hills with my arms

What’s more, blinking my worries away

And you know why.

My quaky lips need not budge

For my actions have a blabber-mouth

I loathe the fact that they cannot be hidden

But here’s a subtle prove,

The epitome of your crystal-clear facade

Who then are you to judge me?

Try to make me into something I’m not, paint me black, and fix the pieces of this puzzle just where they don’t belong?

You shall plunge with me in the deep bottomless hole, if I ever slip I swear.

Pay back for every shriek, cry and innocent wound on my very body.

YES.

NO.

Sigh, here I am climbing the imaginary staircase of revenge, building castles in the air!

Rubbing my blood-shot eyes and returning to normalcy, my heart pounds with hatred for you.

A fiery ball of fire, yes my soul.

Never scorn an African woman.