bradevans2403
A little boy brought up in the heart of Sub-Saharan Africa discovered Literature the night before his first IGCSE Literature examination.
Hypocrite,
Heathen,
Devil in a dress--
Spinning,
Weaving,
Tangled-up mess--
See my smile?
See my pain?
See my ankles
Bound by chains?
Laugh at me--
Point, sneer--
I'll strike you dead
If you come near.
Break my heart,
Watch the flames--
This is not
Some rich boy's game.
Hypocrite,
Heathen,
Devil in a dress--
Weeping,
Laughing,
Lover's caress--
You tied me up
Against this wall,
Think your kingdom
Stands so tall?
Won't let me go,
Won't set me free,
Guess you'll find
How evil I'll be.