No woman, No Cry, 11/30

Due to the sensitive nature of this piece, I will only be posting a snippet of it. To see the whole piece, Order your copy of “Devil’s Music” in 2016.

Dry those tears madre
Everyday the pain travels farther
i now cry tears like a martyr
my voice has become stronger
anything God makes Satan can never put asunder
The strength you birthed in me
the 8th wonder
all women are as strong as a tea bag in hot water

yes i kept the whole truth
from you
only to keep our love as forceful as crazy glue
i didn’t want the remnant of pity and sorrow
to emanate from your soul windows
i wanted happiness to radiate
being something you continue to marinate
not the pain i endured
through my soul and spirit’s rape…


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