Ironic, isn’t it?
That people will scream-
« Hallelujah, the devil is a liar! »
While they suffocate us
With the intricacies of web-spun lies.
Raising their hands in quiet adoration
Their tears streaming down in tune to supplication
Drowning us in their actions.
« You will come away bruised.
You will come away bruised
but this will give you poetry. »
PS: As I write this, I am listening to Sauti Sol’s tune, ‘Isabella’. Yes my heart has been broken yet again. This time by someone I used to hold so dear.(Isn’t it always?) This person hurt someone else that I love, so much that every time I hear her talk about it, I hear pain, disbelief and anger. So apart from the fact that I don’t want to turn back into the limbo of wordlessness, this is sort of me cleansing myself from the grief of the grief of a loved one.
It is also me reminding myself of the words of Lauryn Hill;
« Just remember not a game new under the sun. »