When She Writes

A woman who writes feels too much,

those simple yet target words.

As if fxckboys, broken hearts and regrets weren’t enough.

As if gossip, fake friends and lost friends were never enough.

She thinks she can warn the stars,

about how living in a society so sex driven has left it’s scars.

A writer is essentially a spy.

We spill the secrets of the world from our guts, into that ink and onto that paper.

She thinks she can warn the moon,

about the men flashing cards buying sins on the back seats of cars with tinted rolled up windows.

A writer is essentially a spy.

We’re out here to warn you my brothers,

that beauty comes off with a mere swipe with those N$8 wipes.

A woman who writes feels too much.

A woman who writes sees too much.

A woman who writes says too much.

Dear love,

I am that woman.

– Opus

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