Angel

This is an old piece. From 2010 I think. Just re-discovered it and thought to share. Enjoy. x

Angel*

She crept in the room to check on her child!

And the he lay, so meek and mild.

But the room felt cold, abnormally weird

The atmosphere was dark; so into the cot she peered.

Her baby was blue, still as a stone,

She was right when she felt that something was wrong.

She picked up her baby, a victim of theft,

Her baby had been visited by the Angel of Death! 

New-Old Post.

Exams are FINALLY over!!! Whoop!!

My brain is STILL recovering from the treacherous knowledge rape it faced but hey, we're surviving. A good weekend with the loved ones and more and now the dreaded lectures resume.

Overall.. it's been a stressful month, for more than 5 different reasons... but there's ALWAYS been a reason to smile.

Writing has been somewhat of a myth but I have an old post for you guys...

Sexes backwards is sexes. ©

You say I can’t play coz I am a girl,
You say you won’t cook because you’re a man.
You say I should stay at home coz I am a wife.
You say you can do anything a woman can.

You justify your lateness because your a female.
You show no emotion in guard of masculinity,
You  suffer your feet just to pass as a lady.
You use your male instincts to vindicate promiscuity

If we do the opposite of these actions
Does that make us men?
If we act as they desire,
Surely we’ll appear to be women

As the power struggle worsens out,
The end result perplexes.
But from above we seem to see, that
Sexes backwards is Sexes.