The Lady in Red

Frayed Words

It comes and goes in waves

With pain and fire and blood

It stretches the mind and strengthens the body

It is the bane of the existence of so many

For some, it has the power to heal

For some, it has the power to kill

To some, it is madness

To some, it is purity

There are parts of her that scream once in a moon

They cry and pine

They wax in perplexity

They ache to crush their adversaries

They do not temper the flames that feed them

They do not exonerate the crimes of their children

They want the sweet figs and sweet wine

They want the doe eyes of sharp jawlines

Make them happy, make them pleased

They want the fast tempo of salsa and jazz

They wish for the touch of bass tones

They reach for the caress of strong hands

It comes and goesโ€ฆ

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Published by Akubudike Deborah

a very determined writer (poet and lyricist), hoping to change the world positively with writing, public speaking, spoken word poetry, music (songwriting), dancing, and lots more. let's encourage each other and live the life we deserve ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜‡.

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