The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong, it learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared

- Tupac Shakur (June 16, 1971 — September 13, 1996)

The Question

Trickling down her cheeks, her tears pregnant with anxiety
Wondering if it is or not supposed to be
Infant size relationship, nurture it instead
Vices took over, Monday morning hangover
Alcoholic mix, she should have stayed away
Drunk with love, she sipped the night away
Intoxicated she was, never his intention
When lust took over, no control over temptation
"Cuddle me baby, I know you want me"
Mentally, his thoughts caresses her body
She knew it was wrong , felt it kicking inside
but what she felt wrong was knowing it was a lie
Yes, she wants it, yes, yes she needs it
Couldn't let it show, women's pride she breathes
Dropping hints, hopefully he could catch on
Almost 16 weeks now, should she abort or hold on?

p/s: Its an earlier piece but I still get the satisfaction when reading it like I just made it yesterday

Dear Sunshine

Dear Sunshine... How are you? How have you been?

It’s been awhile since you left, it has never been the same since

The weather here has been crazy, forecast is gloomy

Dark clouds came over last week and wouldn’t leave

Thought that was what I wanted, there was an air about her

A cool demeanour, our conversations were breezy

But when she poured her hearts out, that’s when I found out

Her wailing cries thundering, I couldn’t get out

That’s when I realised I’ve been taking you for granted

Should have been grateful but now I’ve seen the light

Days when I shunned from your heat, constantly seeking shelter

Now I need your warmth in my body, will you come back to me?

I missed the morning walks in the park, the chirping of the birds

Nature’s music to my ears, damn... I wished you were here

I’m writing you this letter with hope you shine my life again

Patiently waiting... with love...the Singapore Son

p/s: Is this a letter to the sun or to a girl? think about it

Addict

When even eyes deceives, nothing is never it seem
Then how do u separate the bitches from the queens?
They say look in the heart, but the heart is shattered
Twisted, tormented; the scars powdered up with smiles

Dresses as a clown but her lipsticks can’t cover her frowns

She can’t be, won’t be left alone; to the web she goes

A black widow, she attracts males with her profiles

Her smiles hypnotizes and her needs can’t be turned down

He was a virgin of love, never ever had a girlfriend

Had a crush once, his teenage flame got him burned down

For his eyes are blinded by her beauty, wouldn’t see the ugly
Love is a 4 letter word but so too are lust and slut right?

Struggling to get away, like an addict he craves for more

“Just once more, once more I promised”, just once more

Sprawling on the floor, he succumbs to the heroin/heroine whore