Sister bitch Inveterate liar Butterer up Of daughter But you cannot Keep the mask In place. Sister bitch Claiming that I Asked you to Stay away From your niece And that is why You have not called
Or visited Sister bitch Disbelieve her symptoms As you disbelieved mine It’s easier for you That way. Sister bitch I only asked you For a relationship Based on truth But it is easier to lie To her and I.
I wrote this yesterday and finished it today. #Poetry
Poor kid, meth head, child abuse, one more excuse for Mommy not to get clean Verse copyright V.Luckie
written just now in the UK and as a Brit therefore subject automatically to UK copyright law.
Will work this up later - this was inspired by reading this news story #Poetry #lyrics #rockpoetry
How times have changed in Edinburgh
Once Witches Slain
Now Back Again
On May Beltane. My latest poetic offering for today, 1st May. A little poem I wrote yesterday in less than five minutes on a tweet. It was inspired by the short article on Beltane festivities in The Scotsman newspaper (for whose Interactive suplement I used to freelance). What this particular article missed though others in the paper haven't was that Edinburgh, like a lot of Scotland and the UK executed
Sharing a poem I wrote a while ago. Copyright. All rights reserved. Picture also mine. Butterscotch
Mama am I black?
Black is black
I said, indicating
A black thing
And white is white
I pointed to a paper
Look at our skin
I'm speckled egg
You are butterscotch. #Poetry #VictoriaLuckie #VictoriaQuinHarkin #AlexCabrini #Racialidentity #Butterscotch