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#93: A Game of Charades

I could hear him crying in the bathroom,

It was the third time this week,

And as much as he tried to lie,

He was just as broken as the rest of us,

 

He was the master of charades,

Every smile he ever wore was a front,

A constant effort to be strong,

To have it all together,

 

He stifled his cries,

But I could feel the vibrating pulses of a broken soul,

The door opened,

And I saw his silhouette,

 

Against the back drop of the bathroom light,

I saw him smile again,

It didn’t take him to long,

To return to his game of charades

 

© Aisha-Nicole 2016

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The more I long for you,

The more you steer away,

Baby, I’ll never understand

These games you play.

Aisha- Nicole 2014

#71: Childish Games

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#69- The Sound of Love

I listened closely,

And recognized the soft cadence,

Of love coming to an end,

The room was warm,

And streams of sunlight made their way through white blinds,

Sunrays played a darling dance between your temples,

And just like that,

I was quickly reminded of why I first fell in love with you,

Moments passed,

And the last note came to an end-

In a soft lit room,

on the outskirts of humming streets,

I listened closely,

While the soft sound of love,

Came to an end.

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#58: preTense

She was used to pretend,

 

Immune to the lies,

Desensitized from reality,

So far removed

And too caught up in the fantasy-

 

Eventually she caught a glimpse of herself,

Horrified,

Her eyes lied,

 

And said this cannot be you.

 

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#57: Toxic

 

You were toxic,

The drug I desperately needed,

 

With back chills, warm nights,

And memories etched with you,

 

You were what my body wanted,

And ultimately what killed it.

 

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

 

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#56: Forgiven

She was in labor,

In a few hours she would bare the child of her rapist

Left alone to do the bloody work

She had no choice in this matter,

Nor the latter,

 

She begged to die,

Holding her breath,

She made one more attempt to end her life,

And its life,

 

She hadn’t even thought of a name,

Unwilling to sit side by side with reality,

She forced herself to forget,

Neglect the changes in her body,

Ignore occasional kicks,

Or sudden urges for midnight snacks

Accompanied with some panic attacks,

 

She was now that girl,

The unfortunate,

The poster child of fates ill hand

 

Inside

She caved daily,

Cursing the stars,

Waiting for its arrival,

She drank denial,

And Let it seduce her,

 

But tonight the affair ended,

At dawn reality seeped in to cash its prize

Eye to eye,

She stared at the child of her rapist

 

“What will you name him?”

She looked away

And then softly said,

 

“I will name him forgiven”

 

©Aisha-Nicole 2014

 

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