Love me, love me….say that you love me.

Sinking in this soft song,
Sitting in my bath tub,
Immersed in this blab,
Gift of the gab,
Lab tech in this quality,
Place of serenity,
In my youth…
Lost without truth,
Making calls in the booth,
Kept a hostage in my boot.
That bleeding ass toot
You call boyfriend.
Rocking stars in your bed.
Puppet in your toy land,
Babies with red bands.
Know nothing about love,
Puppies with the perve_
Dick with a nerve,
Just learning to swerve,
Under the wheel of love
For you…
Love me, love me….say that you love me.
Hold me, hold me….why won’t you hug me?
Touch me, touch me….baby come an’ kiss me.
Draw me, draw me….said that you need me,
Now,
That I paint love.

Writing in red ink,
Ink from my slit wrist.
From the veins of life…
My arteries,
My art is…
Utterly!
Life altering…
Am no underling…
Wondering,
Where else do I go…
But I don’t know,
When I begin to matter,
When life starts to flatter.
The efforts of my letter,
Better,
Make life better.
So I begin to enter,
Roles without a mentor.
Become a victor,
Evictor of oppression,
Impression in the minds…
Mine of dimes,
A collector,
An inventor of ether,
A toxic thriller,
Miller,
Of fine grain,
Grains of pain,
Pain with no gain.
Again,
Without you.
Knocked me down.
Love locked down.
Love me, Love me….say that you love me.



@ Copyrights 2009. B. Merlin Mwaura.