A JEWEL FROM MY RIB

All he longed for was to see evil
He made the choice to see the devil,   
This heart pure had once been
But now he bathed his heart in rivers of sin

He looks at her and cannot hear his mother's voice
He looks at her and cannot see his sister’s smile
He looks at her but cannot see Nature's face

All he sees is her sex appeal,
His eleventh fantasy before his eyes becoming real.
By the opium of his carnal desires, 
He becomes an analyst of the Creator's masterpiece

Where he is she will not know peace
for he is possessed by his own demon,
That increased his testosterone flow, 
in this state no beast will reason

She cannot not hear him 
panting wildly for her neck,

She cannot hear 
his vicious thoughts to suffocate 
all joys and smiles from her soul.
She couldn’t hear 
her protector 
turn into predator 
in an instant blink.

This tyrant was to powerful for her, 
and so this lioness roars for help,
her roar is heard but not listened too
he stripped her honor viciously 
as she asked herself 
who In society stripped him 
of his conscience?

His madness stood erect 
as he demolished the walls
that guarded her soul: her soul bled in bitter infinite tears,
As she wished this moment to end, 
her mind stood defeated,
it remained perplexed by 
this animal's disrespect for her womb.

She clenched the soil for strength
for her strength left her slowly 
 and slowly each smile each laugh 
was peeled from her soul, 
he plucked the petals from her soul. 
Now his madness is flaccid like his culture
He pulled out but still a violent fear echoed deep in her being.

Her soul lied with wounds that will not become scars
Her soul was bare like a poem without words









All he longed for was to hear  evil
He made the choice to listen to the devil
This soul pure had once been
but now he bathed his soul in rivers of sin

He bought a beautiful house
She turned it into a humble home
He worked hard to feed the children
She had a hard time giving them a wholesome culture

He took from a bottled evil; 
She stayed sober for the kids
Her beauty was blurred in his vision
She knew he'd forgotten himself

He rearranged her face:
He laid his hands on what he cannot make
She shadowed her fear in silence
He marginalizes her love 
and chooses to womanize

She digests her pain for the children
this coward’s ego can not be filled
but she stays as patient as a saint,
He missed her and broke the window
her home was broken.
The children’s hearts are broken,
She said ENOUGH!

So he figured he'll pull the trigger 
on her First
so that nothing will stand between
him and the kids,
then the little kids
Now they all lay  
in what once ran vividly in their veins
an eye blinding image framed in it are victims of a fool’s rage!

All he longed to say was evil
He made the choice to speak to the devil
This tongue pure had once been
but now he kept his tongue in a river of sin

He pours fabricated words for all around
with intent to tickle their ears with his mister money image.
He could talk sand into gold, 
He made pity walk off his conscience
so that his eyes would water no more,
 He has so much fear in him
that there are cob webs 
in every corner of  his wretched soul
But some how he always wears his killer mask.
He is king of beasts in this jungle with tarred paths

He lures her with dreamy sparkling ornaments that glow on her face;
He lures her with a cup of lies and stirred in it is a teaspoon of half truths
that she my taste the truth but all still a vicious lie
He lures her with sweet snow that makes her senses melt,
Even she cannot understand what she has become
He put a leash on her soul and sold her curving figure to 
hungry eyes that stand on moral ruins, 

she stood in the dead of night 
at the 90 degree end of the block
thinking of her last meal it 
was something white 
but not quite rice,

She wears the hottest outfit in the market 
picked out by him:
so tight on her it suffocated her skin, 
Her skin was chilled by a lonely breeze
She wins her customers' eye 
again and again, and again

She tried to put together the crumbles in her mind
But just then he'd unleash his crack then 
she would crumble in ecstasy, 
this is said to be the oldest profession

She's only fourteen!

Who Is she?
she is sister, she is mother
she is daughter, she is neighbor
She is a jewel from my rib!
She could be Africa
She is a nation, she is the third world
She is Bosnia, she is Sudan
she is Lebanon, She is Rwanda
She is Palestine, She is Cuba
She is Afghanistan, She is Kashmir
She is an overheated planet earth

And who is he? You tell me...