Whore

I opened my legs for disrespect to slither inbetween them.
I laid on a bed that wasn’t my own, to be spoken to like I have no home.
I gave away my most precious gift to give a man a sense of possession.
But all this did was teach me a lesson; I am a whore, I am a whore.
No matter what I wore or however much I swore to the almighty lord, he thinks I am nothing but a whore.

-S.Alaa

 

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Nostalgia

Nostalgia you are a seductive liar, you always make us remember things better than they were. You fill our ears with the sound of their laughter and indoctrinate our minds with their sweet words.

Nostalgia you are enticing, you leave us in awe of the way you make us forget that their laughter is ignited the pain they caused us, their sweet words meaningless and deceitful.

Nostalgia you are a seductive liar. – S. Alaa