Victoria+Evans-Quilloin

Pssst… I’ve got a secret. You see, I was keeping it real until I realized that the real ain’t me Realizations of fixations with keeping a smiling face But the paint is fading. Not saying that it’s always fake But, Sometimes I can feel the material shedding— The cloak over my face too wet With the pain and the tears That I hid so long, too long I wonder if you notice that I’m really not that strong I feel I could create a highway with my stretched face And the cracks from the tar make me fall Every time And the bruises that are placed creates foundation for my face Which helps me cover up my anguishes So I can suffocate my words of grief And plaster up the pain that I hid so long. I wonder if you notice that I’m really not that strong. I wonder if you notice that I’m really not that strong… Well, at least not today.
 * //Secret//**

She prayed until the rhythm of her words became beats The “OM”s of meditation only Snared up her hatred Through the booming of those bass drums Fast paces of memorization came And she recalled what made her hate you in the first place— You were oblivious to the blood trailing behind her Created by the cuts from your words And the denial of your little girls
 * //Prayer n’ ‘Plicity//**

You made her hate you. She wanted you to breathe fire So that you would burn you tongue with every false inclination And choke on your own hot air. She wanted to baptize you in the tears you never shed And let your body submerge in the misery you never felt. She wanted you to be trapped in war And have the only shield So that you witness the world around you destroy itself. But she couldn’t so She prayed until her words became beats But it didn’t help. She wanted you to feel her misery And realize that there’s No simplicity In using not condemn and losing your virginity. From complications through the birth of her twins, this poor 16 year old Is now dead. But since she said “no” to your lustful attempts last night, The previous Is what I would have said.