if only you could hear the pain that my ears feel…

the stinging of skin against skin
the thrashing onto cold floors
the suffocation of lungs
the self-abuse of my sister

ONLY for this she’d pull up to her feet
it all started with jus one Beat
n soon she found she could cheat
herself out of her life
forget sister, daughter, wife
when she could be a dead woman
never have to understand
why she was born into Hell
but thas exactly where SHE fell
with the strings ringin in the streets
the drumsticks dancin in their Beats
the people movin their heads to the music
and makin their hearts go sick…

thas wat she did to begin all this
make it all understand her pain
which she fed into her heart
shes sick on the cold floor dying
Beating going on in her mind…
did enough notes sing to her,
“La ilaha il Allah”?

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