A Picasso
Creep through Saturn pillow and/ leak through certain silhouette/
Yet, intimate issues diss-assemble the heroine/
Unable to be held, because every night she screamed/ between/ the seams/
Of her cotton bed spread/ why you couldn’t get head/
Pinned down at thighs by legs teaming with adrenaline/
With veins that chafe the joints, destroy, small ligament/
Mother is at work and her brother holding her sister/
Brutal beatings taken, forsaken, none worse than their sister/
Crawling over youth is a grown man/ who use to make mom slow dance/
To the rhythm, instead of her children, until he could…un-roll those pants/
But now methods have changed, the beast has become restless/
Bringing wooden tools, to make blood pools, and beat one senseless/
Slap the other to the wall/ impact, concrete crumbles to the floor/
I feel the nerve damage, there is no running to the door/
Forced to SEE the screams, feel the cries of pain and anguish/
That bore into a pure heart and cause it to blemish/
This life may be filled with angels, but this night was hellish/
The chains that protect the innocent handed to the devil, below and/
Under the whole thing/ a fact the attach, began with the a leak, of the Heem,-2-the-globin/
Pace quickened but the tears, caused some fears, so going slow and/
Raised visuals extreme, for example/ peep an Oakwood tree landing on an apple/
To diss-assemble the heroine/ and put disgrace on the bretherine/
……………………………………run away!
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