Somebody scream genocide or murder
Something yell cry something!
Pain. Tears. Empty
Pain. Empty. Tears
I am empty.
Gone. Inside me its gone.
I couldn’t do it on my own Scream for me…
I hurt but I cant keep it
Sick, I feel…
Wash it away
Its not whole, they say
Just cells or tissue no soul they say
But why do I feel it deeper in me
Scream murder, pain. Empty.
It was in me and I couldn’t… Pain.
I had to get rid of it. Tears.
I got three babies that I struggle to take care of..Empty.
Its gone. I cant say he or her no… Scream for me.
This is the reality of ghettos trailer-parks, townships and slums world-wide
even in the suburbs these are the cries… This is not a fable, not just a story to entertain…
Like Candy…the first taste
Entering me with pain at first then pleasure
Like a kind of blissful pleasure
Silent. Extacy. Overwhelming me.
I want more. Now I cant livewith out it.
In needles. Powder however I can get it
I’m lost without it
Unwanted and longing
It calls me
Do whatever you like to me.
I need it.
Like Candy, the first taste
Now it eats me away…
This is the reality of ghettos, trailer-parks, townships and slums world-wide
even in the suburbs these are the cries… This is not a fable, not just a story to entertain
This is Reality.