Hope is

Hope is reality's ugly cousin,
You marry for love,
If you don't drive her away,
Drive her away soon,
You will be caught in an empty pit,
With no ropes to climb.

Covers

I don't want to hide in the covers,
Burying all the fears and scars inside,
I can walk around exposed,
With no weakness to conceal,
With no masks to hide.

Wrinkled face

The battle within

The battle within us,
The battle solely vast,
The part of u that dwells in past,
Thinking over all the could
And should ve beens,
Shen the part of u that wants to live The present,
Fuck the future fuck all pesants,
Run amok in this insipient hood,
Drown in all emotions,
Hormones, lust, power, luxury with Unending thirst.
There is the part that plays it safe,
Saving everything for a possible future,
Which seems evading and evading the Unending torture,
This new part that knows all are absurd,
But what is true who cld giv u a clue?

Women's day

I hope there comes a day when there is no need for a women's day.
When every woman is recognised as an individual than as a sex.
when they don't need a man to validate their existence.
when they are stopped being steriotyped, for no women has to be the same.
When all cinemas stop potraing them as an object to be desired.
When women dont have to move in to a husband's house and don't ve to take up his name.
When they don't let some retarded sex addicts to restrict their freedom.
When women are stopped being sold in to slavery in the name of marriage.
Being a woman should be an identity to be proud of not a burden to be celebrated.