All these words are ugly;
so I take a step to breathe to leave it all behind...
Tall tree, small tree
which one are you...
You know I'll always be,
here for you...
Memories come to me like a ghost;
finding my way home through Skid Row...
We fled
into the evening...
I see you through these broken bones,
the damage is done; have mercy...
You are my guiding angels.
You are my shining lights...
It was long ago
and memories now...
The animalistic choking
As I laid and suffocated...
I figured out the pieces of me through all of...
through all of the signs I've missed...
I was born your angel
not in the sense of the good girl...
By Bhekumuzi Mdakane
She came to fight for her Prince...