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my beautiful friend tanya wrote this.

Here's a little something inspired by the movie "For Colored Girls" 

You were..
the perfect dream
the tissue
that wiped my tears
the embrace
that silenced my fears
You. . .
you were strong
like iron and gold
filling my life
with colors
my eyes
had never known
your existence made life...easy
or so it seemed
your smile
melted the sun
the love
in your eyes
spoke words
only your soul could speak
to me
so tell me, love
why do your eyes
no longer
glisten with love?
why does your embrace
no longer have presence
or warmth?
why do oceans
pour from eyes?
why does
my soul ache
at the thought...of you?
Tell me...
man of strength
why you've raped me from my joy,
leaving me
and alone
in the cold
to die
why doesn't my love
no longer quench your thirst?
when did my presence lose its you?
tell me..why
you painted
a picture
of false safety
only to capture my heart
and abandon me?
why does death
seem to drown me
while I'm living?
you took my heart
and abused it
willing took my love
and used it
to wet your ego
and now
I'm left...
asking questions
through this physical existence
the sun does not shine
in the day time
nor does the moon
have a place in my night sky
raping me
you've murdered me
I'm still living
and for what?
so the world can see
just another foolish woman

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