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I WANT TO BE EXCUSED

I don't wanna be used
I wanna be excused
Don't ask for my attention
If you won't be worth my mention
Don't promise not hurt me
If you won't love the pain I already have away

Don't summon my heart
If you're going to feel it with hurt
Don't make me smile,
If the smile will only last a while
I want to be excused 

Do not occupy my mind
If just under my nose
My teeth I will grind
Stay away
Don't blow me away
If you won't hold me when I'm falling
Do not push me
I want to be excused

Do not hug me
If you will not hold on to me forever
Do not kiss me
If my lips will not be your favourite dish
Do not call me beautiful
If you don't know beautiful
I want to be excused

Do not invite me to your house
If I will not be your home
Do not hold my hand
Or touch my body
Don't even knock at the door of my temple
If you're not going to worship me
Because my body is a temple
And I only let in he who will worship
Treasure, and always worship me
I want to be excused

Do not say you love me
If it won't last to infinity
Do not say you miss me
If it does not wrench your heart to smithereens 
Do not say you want me
If you don't need me
Do not say you don't wanna lose me
If your hold on me is loose
I want to be excused

I want to be excused 
Because I don't want to contract that STD
That'll keep me awake all night
Checking my phone and wondering
Where I went wrong
I want to be excused
Because all you'll do is ballon me
And when I get labour pains for love
You won't even be there to take care

Copyright © Keren Happuch | Year Posted 2018



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The love song

I want you to kiss my lips like they're your redeemer 
I want you to moan in sweetness as you kiss me because my lips are the most precious wine you've tasted
I want you to hold me so tight like it's the last night of our love
I want you to close your eyes because heaven has never been live
I want you to be eager to have me like one is eager to read a book that's fresh from archive
I want you to kiss my neck,lick it and nibble at it,
I want my pleasure to be yours
And as I let out a pleased sound and dig my fingers weakly but strongly into your back
Leave love marks on you
I want to feel your skin leap with goosebumps
Then you'll get down to my avocados and marvel at them
Look at them with the "happy to meet you" smile
Then kiss them..and hold them tenderly like they're eggs that could break any time
I want you to make me chime
Because my body is that bell that reminds you that it's time to get into my citadel
And you'll meet me there..already singing praises
Then you'll join me and we'll sing the love song of all time entitled the oohs and the ahhs

Copyright © Keren Happuch | Year Posted 2018

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My daughter, happy 18th birthday

I know you're at that age where every man feels like they love you and can marry you 
But take your time girl
I know you feel like a model on the red carpet and all eyes are on you
Everyone is applauding you 
I know you feel like a celebrity walking to stage 
And as you walk through the corridors,
Your fans..each one is dying to touch you
They're screaming your name..each one wants your attention
I know it feels like heaven 
And How ever exciting it is
Baby don't get excited
I know, I know you're a blossoming flower
With a beautiful and irresistible fragrance
Drawing all bees to you
But baby I want you to be a rose
See its beautiful but it also has thorns
Guard yourself jealously
Do not allow to be plucked
Before your time is due
Yeah they will call you old fashioned
But baby
That's because their minds are stationed
And they don't think like the learned
Just don't mind the
Because baby its not fashionable for one to wear a cloth that's torn and has been used over and over again
You'll have it in on your closet
You might wear it sometimes
But it will NEVER be your favourite 
Baby no man will want an over used woman 
He might love you yeah but will never trust you or respect you
I know they say, people change and we have to put the past behind and
And with true love nothing matters
Blah blah blah
baby look at me!
don't listen to them
Because true love is beautiful when pure
Not when wounded and all used up..right?
Anything is beautiful when its pure and new
When used..the beauty fades
Honey, you're a rose flower 
Loved and wanted by many 
But once you wither..(once you wither)
No one will want you
Not even a child would want to play with you
Am not saying you should be perfect
I know that's not possible 
All am saying is guard your flower

Copyright © Keren Happuch | Year Posted 2018

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The Intruder

He's in the house of my heart
And he's not paying rent
I hate that he is stealing my attention
And stealing my possession
Yet I feel like he don't deserve the succession
No no he can't be heir to my heart
I can't die of him yet
Can't let him take over my state
I don't know if he's the right ruler of it
So am holding back my vote
But like a reflex my hand stretches to give him a tick
And putting my whole being at stake
His manifesto is so enticing
Every citizen within my state is screaming in support at his words
And screaming for joy when he comes up stage to debate
Stretching out their hands to touch him
He has charmed them and much as I've been the it ruler of my state
Someone is winning me at a high rate
And I hate to admit it
I'm falling deep for this that I don't want to fall for
And this calls for war
I never accept defeat
So I won't retreat

Copyright © Keren Happuch | Year Posted 2018

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Am sorry am not sorry

I'm sorry it's my body and my boundaries
Am sorry I respect myself
Am sorry am preserving myself
Am sorry I take my time
Am sorry i don't want to be rushed
Because I know I'll be crushed
Am sorry you're out of my league
Am sorry am choosy and I want the best for me
Am sorry am not the crazy dirty girl of this age
Am sorry I can't be like those sluts you watch on t.v
Am sorry I seem so slow
Because guess what I can't stoop that low
Am sorry I don't fit in
Because am not of this place
Am of a higher ground
Am sorry I'm a child of a king
And I have to carry myself like a princess
Am sorry my body is priceless
Am sorry I deserve much more and you're less
But you know what?
Am not sorry for all that
You've got to deal with it
Because I have a greater relationship to protect
Because I'm betrothed
To a sweet man that wrote me a love letter using his own blood!
How priceless!
So don't expect me to choose you over him
Because you can never reach his standard
So deal with it!
Am NOT sorry!

Copyright © Keren Happuch | Year Posted 2018



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The girl your momma warned you about

I see other girls tag themselves as the girls your mom warned you about
See they're so right because they aren't like me
See they cannot reach my standard
To reach me they need to spout 
Because I was taught
Taught by my mom
And that, that makes me the girl your mom tells you about
The girl that your mum wishes you could bring home
See I am that kind of girl

I may not wear flowers on my head
As they do in the pictures 
But my character depicts that of a rose
Now that makes me a flower myself!
My character smells of a great fragrance
All fragrances come from flowers
Because all fruits start to grow as flowers

I may not have the big eyes like they have
But I have the eyes to see when danger is coming
And I have eyes to see through and discern people 
The eyes that see dirt and clean it
The eyes that see beyond sea
I am that girl that your mum dreams about
I am that girl that your mum wishes you could 
Have
I am that girl

Copyright © Keren Happuch | Year Posted 2018

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The girl your momma warned you about

I see other girls tag themselves as the girls you mom warned you about
See they're so right because they aren't like me
See they can not reach my standard
To reach me they need to spout
Because I was taught
Taught by my mom
And that,that makes me the girl your mom tells you about
The girl that your mum wishes you could bring home
See I am that kind of girl

I may not wear flowers on my head
As they do in the pictures
But my character depicts that of a rose
Now that makes me a flower myself!
My character smells of a great fragrance
All fragrances come from flowers
Because all fruits start to grow as flowers

I may not have the big eyes like they have
But I have the eyes to see when danger is coming
And I have eyes to see through and discern people
The eyes that see dirt and clean it< The eyes that see beyond sea I am that girl that your mum dreams about I am that girl that your mum wishes you could Have I am that girl

Copyright © Keren Happuch | Year Posted 2018