The tempo of my heart does not need acceleration-
"I think you've done enough, we can call it a day".
What I was supposed to say him after the celebration.
For your information, it's the yearly feast we have - a glorious jubilation.
Not so glorious this year!
My anger soared so high, rather than gaining the respect I had hoped for, I just inflicted fear!
That's the same thing right?
But it isn't like that,
From that day forward I became known as 'the cat that barks'.
Cat being a street term for that chick.
Bark simply connoting I was aggressive .
But I pretended that it was my aim,
Just to keep myself from going insane.
He was the catalyst!
He had the audacity to strike me with his filthy fist.
So I have every right to be 'violent'!
I'm so fucking tired of keeping silent!
Hear my voice, not the tempo of my heart.
Because my heart through love can be deceived,
But the words of truth orchestrated through my voice, will be believed.
By Tosin Lepe
