PEKEE






What do you do with this cruel loneliness?
When there's a vacuum in your soul and your alone is a mess?
What do you do on cold harmattan nights,
When self loathing and your facial muscles are engaged in a brutal fight?

How do you break out of those towering walls
Where you built your home and buried in it your heart's pulse?
You're now dead to the world
Can anyone, the clanking metals of your heart weld?


Poor Soul!
"'Maybe I'll go for a walk and clear my head you say"

But deep within your darkest thoughts you silently pray
That you never meet happy lovers or hear your heart resonate the truth
Or else,you start a candid analysis of your life and your wasted youth.

"Maybe I'll eat well and workout more
So I gain the voluptuous body all the men adore"
I hope you find hope in yourself when your body is sore
Oh how you forget so quickly that self-acceptance is bae.
And that Baby, you're perfect in every effing way.


I'd rather suffer the cold of August
Than be with someone who cannot give me crazy good love
I'd rather pray like a Buddhist
and commit myself to religion and finding the peace of a dove
Than deal with unrequited love and  the fear of losing him

My mother once did ask me,
"I bet love in your generation hurts like these onions hurt my eye"
I laughed and threw my head back as she stared at me,
"Avoiding it totally would be wise"
But who am I?
Sometimes love finds you when you stop looking.


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