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Break this thing called love

For the sake of my seed, I loved you, but your love broke me dislocated shoulder. you said sorry, it was the liquor I loved you, but the wall also loved me because I found myself constantly slammed into it you said you'd control it. and I loved you. because its was hard being alone I loved you, even when you said my scars were ugly you forgot you put them there, but I only loved you now for the sake of our vows I loved you, and i walked on eggshells, so as not to break your wrath or even cross your path. but i loved you, now for the sake of your child i carry. I had loved you, but my child even more. but you kicked our baby and she was no more then I didn't love you. and you broke me I loved you, but tonight I kill you, and I break this thing called love.
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Mother dear, you will not die

Her hair was in cornrows, the way my mother had done mine severally; but her skin, it was so dark and shiny, not like the normal African skin or the colour of her people, Her skin was dark the colour of hate and destruction, it was dark...like fire had burned it. She lay face down turned away from the sky she will never see again and the little black child next to her lay there armless and burnt as well...yes this is my country 2015. my people. burned like swine, women raped like slaves and the children many died and melted onto the mothers they were latching onto when the bomb went off. Mother dear, you will not die. I have never seen disaster, but that wouldn't stop the tears from flowing, because every time I see another photo, not in the main media but the little blogs that cared to post...I don't think of it as another dead body, no that's what people who cant imagine do. i think of all their possible names; Aisha? Zainab? Fatima? These are popular names amongst ...
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We are not trees

Check out @theresa_lola's Tweet: https://twitter.com/theresa_lola/status/541786057541697536?s=09
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I'm. A. Cheat.

I need to confront myself with the truth for what I really am. A lying two faced cheat. Pretending to like things he does just to make him happy. I'm a liar. And I'm a cheat. I'm cheating my self out of happiness just so a man can fucking stay in my life. Is this what love and affection has reduced me to ?
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