a headboard crashing
echoing against the walls
like whips of lightn'in'.

The ultimate judge is oneself
And I'm afraid I've found him wanting
What's to be done when you've found the one
But the thought of being with them is haunting?

A pure life and one condemned
I wouldn't risk tainting the cure
For how could one condemn the girl
That they would give the world for

Everyone says no to us
Yet our hearts entwine
Everything is against us
Yet when our eyes meet it's just us
Even as a tear drops
I know you are still ready to crucify me
They say ice and ice
Is bound to freeze
Yet the fire in our hearts
Burns brighter than ever
Won't the warmth keep us breathing
How to tame our hearts from going wild
The only way is to crash the spirit
In your so called ways
To purify the soul
Yet it will **** us
With an excuse of keeping us alive
After diminishing us
Extinguishing any hope
We have for the future
You think we are wrong
The problem is
You think
We believe that in this world
Right or wrong  is a question for our hearts
Let the hearts decide
Our minds fool us
Our eyes blind us
Our people abandon us
The world betrays us
Yet you still crucify us

©The Snitch Writes
®I never betrayed but a snitch they said I was

the plane is flying
no babies are crying
but the guys behind me are talking about guns
fortunately my ear buds are working
because this tin can is jerking
and the guy next to me doesn’t appreciate puns

I’m grateful.
But I don’t owe you sht

You have options, but wasting my time isn’t one.
Honey, I don’t owe you sht

Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries is what I praise.
I don’t owe you sht

You’re entitled to your opinions & feelings.
However love, come back to reality cause
I don’t owe you sht

I make efforts, easily
and yet again I say, I just don’t owe you sht

You want explanations for everything but remember,
I don’t owe you sht

You can’t even be accountable
yet you want a relationship - relationship?…
No baby,  I don’t owe you sh*t

Today a Russian lady
Asked me for the Lou
And I said there is
A Porta ***** colored in a blue

As she left a coworker
He said with a smirk to me
You should have told the ***** animal
To squat on the bushes to ***.

And I stared in dumfoundment
as he turned and walked away
Why would he have said that?
what ***** games a play?

Then I realized she was Russian
And my mind clicked, I see
He was blaming her
For her countries, Recent Misdeeds

but what gave him the right
To decide who she is?
To call her an animal
I’ll tell you nothing did

He thinks he’s high and mighty
Cause he’s male, young and white
But I think he needs glasses
To fix his ghastly sight

For we are not our bodies,
our skin, our hair or face.
And the sum of a person
Is not found in their race.

So what?she’s from a country
That’s creating a hot hell
Does the daughter of a ******
Belong inside a cell?

So what? she has an accent
Don’t tell her what to be
For gods sake man
She just wanted to ***.