May 28, 08
Wave by wave,
Scarred by the weed of the sea,
Imperfect in every line that's deepening,
Tear by tear,
Scarred by the dirt on the cheeks,
Tainted by every drop that falls unevenly.
Spoken not harshly,
But still made the whisper scream,
Within pained voices hope.
Dream by dream,
Shattered by the stares of enmity,
Broken by the leers full of too much pity,
Sob by sob,
Quietened by echoes of "you were lucky",
And finished off with death filled dreamless sleeps.
'Vulgar' rearranged,
By the vocabulary,
Of young raped girls lips
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
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