Nocha

I am not an incubator for your pleasure

and yet you deem me worthy of your favor

as if I should drop everything and run

because you have so much in common with the sun

“He didn’t mean it” and yet it was said

how my morning star was better off dead

because if I loved him, if I cared

I would have buried when she barely appeared

but I am the monster because I choose not to forgive

go head and sanctify me

shower me with despair

because it is how you show you care

You see me as corrupted with power because I will not give in

you count my blessing as your own win

hold it over me as though I seek your saving grace

Well Fuck you, you can’t even look her in the face

Tell her you begged me to do the deed

Tell her how you threaten that you will leave

Let her known about your fire

Let her know that you wish to wield all the power

and when she waters heavens with her tears

and causally throws down her spear

When she shows your the lamb and tiger are one

I want you to know who has truly won

I will not be your incubator

and you are far from being my savior

my saving grace, my morning star

she is all I need thus far

and when the heavens soon turn bright

we will both hear her battle cry in the night

A/N Poem dedicated to a beautiful little girl. Mommy loves you.

A church of Echos

Why is no one listening to me

Screams the child in the church pew

Grandfathers hand down their top

And grandmothers over their mouth

Mom and dad standing at the opposite ends

Trying not to listen to the shouts

But that is not what gave the room pause

Over there sits a little boy with a gun in his lap

And rewards on his jacket

Drawing up a dagger and slicing into a peer

Color coded lettering screaming

Why is no one listening

But move the camera preacher man

Over there you’ll see

A girl squating over pill bottles chocking them down with ease

Shitting out insta likes

As the wolves paw at her feet

The shacking of the pills bottles gives a signal

As hands reach to spread her knees

Why is no one listening to me

Down the asle lies a bible

Covered in well wishes and kisses

Thumbs up with well intentions

It holds the congregations attention

As the preacher man walks by

with gleam in his eye

Giving twisted smile to the lost boys

And waving at the confused girls

Praising the mothers and fathers

Only to step past the blooded child