No one can feel the pain of a molested female
She cries from her soul
She is alive from her body,but her uniqueness, her authenticity, her desires get annihilated
She gets besieged by the allegations of society,
Ultimately she is rewarded by the tag of "Culprit"
And harassed mentally to the point where she decides to quit by suiciding
Is a female, mere a material for the men to fulfill there so called sexual cruelty, to show there masculinity
Whenever she is raped
It shatters all her dream and independence to fly high..
And all her grief is mere a joke for the so called"MALES" who has dilema of being a god of a female??
diving off the old black stump,
suiciding 4 the ground,
bloody cattle dog, is a biting me,
bringing about just half a frown,
6 feet down ought ta do it,
break me neck, get hammered ears,
off me rear you cattle bludger,
best 4 flying, don't intefere
uh oh im flying skimming,
wonder here bout me women,
kerlunk....aint a grinning....
the pancake punch....
bad headache, whats 4 lunch....
thanks Anthony Nutter
Don
Before you felt so empty inside,
All you wanted to do is die.
Suicide is the one thing you did hide,
Never showing you cried
To live is how you lied,
The way you carried yourself,
Was nothing but a lie.
Now you are gone,
We are here to say goodbye.
This is my eulogy for you,
Before and after,
Things about you we never knew.
I always saw you in laughter,
Not knowing something ugly inside you grew
You have ended your life’s chapter,
Suiciding everything you do,
Taking everyone on a big surprise.
Toward your neck, you held the knife,
Thinking it was fun,
You damaged your own life.
Then to your head you held a gun,
Closing your eyes with a deep yell,
Endings like that are for no one,
Now you are in hell.
Suicide, suicide,
Going on inside
Death to the world,
Is the thing, even dead you desire,
Your heart turned to brick,
And stones.
The day you set your house on fire,
Now you suffer in dark alone,
Burning in hell,
Your new home.
A eulogy for you, I tell,
Without realizing everyone you leave.
Does not understand,
How for you they will grieve.
S.K.A.T. POETRY