My words as of late seem to fail me now
Silence became a tinged trivial sound
Filled the space with talk and confusion
Memorized a tone for spotted delusion
Introduced as vagina from dreadful guests
While being blamed for mens’ petty mess
From praise and love for always being there
To now “passed around” with envious stares
Complicit tendencies that leave me weary
The tears make it hard to see things clearly
Pooling on the edge not breaking the seal
Hide in the shadows to make a deal
Set number of pieces to leave here quietly
In the midst of trying while grieving silently
Shattered the hope of renewed redirection
Rendition of scars enmeshed in complexion
Settling for answers that often deceive me
A notion for peace beyond this treaty
Dignified and flawed with it all ablaze
Cradling death despite one’s better days.
