BE KIND

Billy, let’s be kind

Good hearts we’ll find

Let’s renew our minds

We’ll make merry and dine

It will all be fine

Hey!

Do not check the time!

I have no desire to hear the clock chime

There’s no hurry

I’m not sorry

There is too much pain

So many insane

Oh! How pretty the world would be

If truly we can see

The ones around us

And show some love with no fuss

If only we can take a pause

And truly look around us

To see the ones in tears

And the ones battling fears

To love the unloved

And call them, “Beloved”

To give a loaf of bread

To the hungry before they are declared dead

To speak kind words

Regardless of the bitterness in this world

To go the extra mile

With a smile

Even when their hearts are filled with bile

To be kind

Even when the reasons are hard to find

If only

If only

We’ll be agents of goodness

In a world filled with so much darkness

We’ll all be filled with happiness

And chase away dark clouds of sadness

By Sylvia Chika

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GIBBERISH

Gibberish

Gibberish

Gibberish

My head is filled with gibberish

Habbulu

Babbulu

Shabbulu

Can’t someone stop me from babbling?

Hippity

Giffity

Biggity

My head is spinning three sixty

Hottolly

Pottolly

Nottolly

I’m losing my mind totally

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Behind The Curtains

Behind the curtains

There was real life

Behind the curtains

She cried real tears

Behind the curtains

There were real problems

Behind the curtains

Her smile faded away

Behind the curtains

The spotlight was nonexistent

Behind the curtains

No claps were heard

Behind the curtains

Her reflection stared at her

Behind the curtains

The real “her” was revealed

Behind the curtains

The razors and the needles taunted her

Behind the curtains

Her demons came alive

Behind the curtains

Emptiness screamed at her lonely soul

Behind the curtains

She was all alone

But now she wanted more

More than what the stage could offer her

More than the spotlight

More than their applause

And the admiration

She desired fullness

She hated the emptiness that mocked her each day

She wanted more than the lights

She wanted more than the camera

She wanted more than the action

So much more than this facade

She let go of the bottles

The razors and the needles

She wanted more

So she dropped the act

And went in search of help

Running into arms of her Father

The One who saw the real her

The One who knew what she really needed

The One who could give her what she really needed

Her Father!

Her Father!

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I have no time

I have no time

Stop bothering me!

I have no time

I’ll see you tomorrow

I have no time

Why do you keep asking?

I have no time

Let’s postpone the visit

I have no time

I’ll see you some other time

I have no time…

…I really don’t!

But now you are gone

I regret the days

I had no time

I regret those words I said

When I lied that I had no time

I regret saying to you,

“I have no time”

Cos I really do have time

So much time to regret

So much time to mourn you

So much time to wish for more time

More time with you

So much time to pray for forgiveness

So much time…

Oh, please forgive me!

I really do have time

Please, come back!

Come back to me!

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PERFECT LIE

She tried

She tried so hard

Not to make a mistake

She covered all her flaws

Pacing through life on tipped toes

Trying so hard not to make a mistake

But that in itself was the mistake

She was meant to live

She was meant to love

She was meant to jump

She was meant to play

She was meant to be free

She was meant to make mistakes

And laugh at the silliest jokes

She was meant to dance in the rain

Let her hair down

And sing a rhythmless song

But she kept it all bottled up

And put on a show for everyone

Feigning a perfect existence

Feigning a perfect life

Living a perfect lie

Caught in the perfect web

A web of lies

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She

She reeked of it

She flaunted it

She displayed it

She sold it

SEX!

Clad in provocation

Glowing in her trade

She called her buyers

With provocative sounds

And sinful gestures

She lured them out

From street corners

They crept out

From their homes

They sneaked out

From buildings

They rolled out

Her buyers answered

They heard

They saw

She stood in the shadows

She lavished her sin upon their senses

She was on display

She stood in her display case

And called them by their desires

She knew their demons

She was friends with the devil

With a sultry voice

She beckoned on them

They crawled towards her

She beckoned

They drew closer

No one considered her price

DEATH!

She called them by their weaknesses

Like hungry dogs

They drew closer

As they approached her pretty wall of Hades

She drew them in

Into her bosom

Into an abyss of death

They found comfort in her arms

And she released sweet hell upon them

Little flames

Little burns

And then she pulled them all down

Down with her

Into the darkness

Into the place of torment

Her little world of torment

The demons sucked them in

They nodded in approval

And up she went again

Back to the earth

To draw more men to her

Reeking of sexuality and doom

She knew her job

And she did it well

Clad in destruction and death

She pulled them in

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WELL OF INNOCENCE

You promised me!

You said it last week

“This is the last time.”

You promised me!

But here you are again

Creeping in the dark

Knocking on my door

While daddy sleeps so deeply

And mummy sleeps so sweetly

No one in sight

Just you and I

Here you are again

Asking for a drink

From a well you don’t own

Destroying a pretty little flower

Soiling my innocence

With your dirty perverted hands

Claws and fangs you have

Drinking from my well of innocence

Asking for more

Addicted to your insanity

Giving me candies and cookies

In exchange for the diamond I hold dear to my heart

GET AWAY FROM ME!

STAY AWAY!

“Mummy, help!”

I scream

Hoping someone would wake up

Praying my muffled screams will be heard

As you draw water from my well

I scream into your palms

But no one hears me

As usual

I’m left to bear this shame

All alone

To suffer this pain

All alone

No one to help

No one to save me

I drift into my safe place

The small world inside my head

A place with pretty flowers untouched

Unbruised

Unabused

I dance in my little garden

I laugh in my happy place

Shutting the doors of pain behind me

As you unrepentantly draw more water from my well

Your wickedness tainting my beauty

Your lust polluting my well of innocence

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