Ema Bovoro Poems

I'm not mental. I'm just a Christian.

It's easy to speculate and criticize and develop some sort of provisional diagnosis.
To sit, mock, bully and laugh.
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How do you do it little one?
Hated, hunted and unloved
Even at the mention of your conception
God forbid you take a breath
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How sad it would it be to not know the God who created the Heavens and Earth

How lonely to walk in a continuous dream or nightmare day to day
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I am a monster
I am the very thing I have always hated
I am the toxic air that chokes lungs and soul
I am the menacing demon brooding in the shadows
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When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
Thunder roared and lightning struck
Red stained the earth
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I wonder what I would say to you
Were I able to speak freely?

No repercussions
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Tonight I felt you scream
The fear clutching at your chest
I felt the dreaded day
And how your heart could not rest
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