How can I love you? When my first memories of you are of my father hitting your face against the wall
Using your body as a punching bag
Leaving you bruised and afraid, blue-eyed and half-blind to his bullshit as he kissed you goodbye in the morning, going to work
And you sat mourning your lost tooth but still determined to make it work
How can I love you, when my brother being my father's son believes in the powers of fists in straightening up a women bending out of shape, like a hot-rod banged against the table
And you sat mourning your lost tooth but still determined to make it work
How can I love you, when my brother being my father's son believes in the powers of fists in straightening up a women bending out of shape, like a hot-rod banged against the table
And not bang like the big bang theory of how the universe was formed
A once-off bang that supposedly gave way to life.
No no. Not bang like how you bang a drum to produce sounds pleasing to the ears of the little boy in the room next door as he lay in bed about to sleep...no.
No no. Not bang like how you bang a drum to produce sounds pleasing to the ears of the little boy in the room next door as he lay in bed about to sleep...no.
But bang like the sound of a gun shot sending chills down the spine of that little boy next-door knowing that someone is being killed tonight and there's nothing he can do about it except, say a little prayer with his hands covering up his ears to block the cries from the other side while his face fills up with tears.
But he loves her, like his father loves his mother
How can I love you when the first lesson learned of women was how you derailed the progress of the whole human race by presenting that juicy luscious apple to that unsuspecting susceptible yet blameless A-man whom in his loneliness, thirst and hunger failed to resist you and your fruit.
Now all you are is a bearer of fruit, a homeless tree on the side of the street where any man in his journey rests on your shade, feed on your fruit to quench his thirst and be on his way.
How do I love you when I have never seen a way to love that looks more like love than hate?
But he loves her, like his father loves his mother
How can I love you when the first lesson learned of women was how you derailed the progress of the whole human race by presenting that juicy luscious apple to that unsuspecting susceptible yet blameless A-man whom in his loneliness, thirst and hunger failed to resist you and your fruit.
Now all you are is a bearer of fruit, a homeless tree on the side of the street where any man in his journey rests on your shade, feed on your fruit to quench his thirst and be on his way.
How do I love you when I have never seen a way to love that looks more like love than hate?
When my peers impregnate and discard mother and daughter but cherish and treasure if said child be son to pass on their shameful names and carry on forth their shameless genes and live to witness how the poor in mind treat those that depend on them for love and security
What is to love you when lovers fire shots aimed at the hearts of those they claim to love
What is to love you when lovers fire shots aimed at the hearts of those they claim to love
And not shots like cupid's shots whose shots will set your heart beating, filled with uncontrollable affection, desires and a zeal for life
But gunshots meant to stop a heart from beating
Love wearing the face of hate, they are siblings
Love wearing the face of hate, they are siblings
Raised under the same roof, born of the same mother and father.
Their looks both resemble the father, sides of the same coin
Their looks both resemble the father, sides of the same coin
Both grew up to the same chilling sound of the silently crying mother as father punched away
Hate became him as he punched at his girlfriend's body like a punching bag just as he has seen how his father did
But just a door away love laid in bed trying to slip away into a safe space and say a prayer that his hand heals all it touches and that his voice breeds life and undo his family curses
Well how can I love you?
For I am love itself living to rectify the errors of my fathers and brothers?
But just a door away love laid in bed trying to slip away into a safe space and say a prayer that his hand heals all it touches and that his voice breeds life and undo his family curses
Well how can I love you?
For I am love itself living to rectify the errors of my fathers and brothers?
Taken from the book titled: The Black Chronicles- Reflections from the Dark Side by Eddie Bhila
available on E-book from amazon through the link below:
https://www.amazon.com/author/eddiebhila
