We did little more than kiss
For hours
Although, you keep reminding me of
The other thing you say I did.
...
My children
Are not born from me
They were stolen
From my treacherous body
...
I stared my past in the eye today
And I walked away
All the tears i had shed -
Like silver rain-
...
in the greater scheme of things
nothing really matters
the marks
the fervent endeavours
...
Wash Day Blues
hot soap
And water
Fill the tub and get in
Scrub away your failings
And your recent sin
He was a man.
A man? Indeed.
A man that I let in.
He is a friend,
No more!
He came, he left, left me
Quite bewildered.
Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing away
Scrubbing at my skin.
All red and sore
And breaking,
Just like i am within