I’m sorry, I let you down… … More I’m sorry, I let you down (I let you drown) (Spoken Word)
When I became a woman,
bitch became my nickname,
words were used to shame me… … More When I Became a Woman. (Spoken Word)
Dear Ex-Best Friend, I hope you don’t mind me writing, it’s been years since we last spoke. I’m still sad about what you did, and even more sad that it broke us up. I’m sorry we lost contact and I’m sorry I wasn’t a good enough friend. I guess we all grow older, and time … More Dear Ex-Best Friend.
I see bees, working in the hive, grateful for their lives, thanking God that they’re alive. Bees, buzzing in the breeze, making most of the day, dodging all the leaves, but taking time to pray. Even though the day before, they lost so many, they refuse to give in, still work to earn … More Bees.
I am wearing armour. My cheekbones shine, my eyeliner is a sharp as it comes. I am wearing armour. I’m ready to fight the world, I curled my eyelashes at least 5 times today. They’re as stiff as clay. I am wearing make up so ‘fleeky’ the girls call me a hoe, the boys think … More False Eyelash
Call me haunted, say that I used to flaunt it so much that I didn’t even know I had it. I call it my secret, for me to know, for my friends to keep, for my lover to sew into my skin. It lies so deep below, it appears every now and then, I tell … More I am Haunted (Spoken Word).
How many mistakes can you make, what does it take to mess up just once, twice, again and again. How much pain can you cause, and do you try to rub away the marks, pretend they didn’t exist, wish it didn’t happen again. How many mistakes did he make, could you list them, count them … More How many Mistakes can You make… (Spoken Word).
I am an addict, I find myself tragic, Lonely, but downright magic. I’m addicted, to something so good that it hurts, it burns at my insides, tears at my bones, keeps me moaning through the cold nights. I wish I wasn’t addicted, that I wasn’t so ridiculous, but then I’d be boring, what they always … More I am an Addict (Spoken Word).
I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I just can’t find the words… please don’t curse me for what I say, I just want you to know I’ve never been okay. You were my lover, always hated by my brother, loved by my mother and always ready to take another… I want to say … More My Poor Rose, you rotted… (Spoken Word)
I never wanted this to end, I tell you that from my heart. I think we both played our part in tearing each other up, eating each other alive. I didn’t want to see this happen, but she is pretty and you can see, I guess that is why you chose her… over… me. I’m … More You chose Her. (Spoken Word)