GIVE ME A PAPER
Give me a paper I want to draw a woman She who made my husband violent Making me suffer blows and kicks Each night I
MAN UP
Iam a man not a woman, I have been raised up by a woman, My life has changed because of that woman. But still I
YOU NEVER KNOW!
Let nature decide, Don’t let your pride lead, Because they always have a story, A story they’d always tell. Let them look around for fellow
MERCY
Cynthia I have lived like a wife in our house, I have lived with pain inside my blouse, I was born of him, He gave
YESTERDAY HE CRIED
Life went south Yesterday he brought flowers.It’s not any romantic dayHe isn’t proposing by the bayBut her has nothing to sayJust the flowers to express
HER STORY.
It’s been long since I told you a story, It’s one that relates speaketh about love, It’s one path that has been trodden on by
UNSTOPABLE
UNSTOPPABLE“You can’t convince meBy uttering words in my earAm more than that Listen, am not movedBy a single touchMy nerves are numbYou see I walk
THE PRESSURE TO BE LIKE
If God wanted us to be the same as women, he would created all of us the same way. Look around, you see a beauty
CAN’T BARE IT TOXIC.
She is a woman who loves things done according to her liking. She hardly cares if the things or better said actions done are good
