Can I have something real?
Something wonderful
Something he cannot steal
Is it too much to ask,
for the hope of tomorrow?
Or am I endlessly waiting
for more sorrow?
Test me not
He once spoke unto me
But it is I
He cannot see
The one who dare
Dare to defy the laws of Sir
My dreams have shattered
My heart has broken
But he is untattered
From the pain he once bestow
Upon the many women
He held below
So I tested
I bared my witness
To lay him clean
Of his sin.
Once more he spoke unto me;
Don't you grin
There she lay down below
the beast of burdens
Clenched to the wicked's bosom.
He gripped my hair
Letting gravity take its toll
He spat in my face
Sending a shiver down me whole
I simply let my rump catch
As the fall would only hurt a bit
The tigers awaiting under the stars
Leaping and bounding
Jumping and Hurdling.
I was the broken
Underneath the victorious him
I was the one who had shown my hand
So then I ran.
