How dare she humiliate me.
How dare I throw my head back and forth in such chaotic fashion
Gift. is her name and a gift she was.
And I treasured her like a childs plaything, the heaven and it’s earth wanted to throw away..
Still if our differences couldn’t tear us apart in my heart ..
How could they in hers ?
Sometimes I hear them whisper and they talk of my skin and features
and I bite my “accursed” lips
The pain is only temporary but the realization always stings..
So how could she Tricia ?
How could she do me like that … ?
Love like ours … was to be celebrated not …
I guess I’m just the kala..