In the nights
the real colours show
In the dark
their fake skin rots away
and the real ones juts out like broken pipe
as roundly smooth and real
as the bulging skin under burnt flesh.
In the synagogues, feigning the best.
it’s now a competition of
who smile pass…
who dress pass…
who throway money pass…
They suck up to the big daddies and humongous mummies,
The Crown of holiness
weighs down heavily on their spaghetti necks.
I also went for the funeral of humility…
In the sheets, humping wildly to the rhythm of their coarse moans and shrill screams
Humping wildly to their deepest perversions.
Fake orgasms because it hasn’t been legitimated…
If you are gonna be good, be good.
If you are really nice, you won’t have to say it.
I only have to see it.
So f*#k your fake niceness
I’m not buying.
Your Kind, I F*#k with
You don’t deserve my annoyance.
Way beneath me, your hypocritical niceness
decomposes, as you walk around dead in a live body.
-Charis Black
*In her head ๐๐๐
So I saw this Mr Macho and Miss Naive in the night and they were chewing on each others ears. You could tell he was trying hard to convince her to quickly give up the fake act and get on the ride with *godspoketome… I saw the little boy murmuring silent pleas for help. Thin hands outstretched uncertainly, waiting for the shooing and it came… The naive lady suddenly became scared of the little boy and starting wiggling away in a maggoty fashion. The countenance of the overly generous Macho man changed, rising to protect his lady from the monstrous sight of the poor boy. The boy became an obstacle to his life’s mission and he shooed him off with instant alacrity…
My eyes did hurt from watching such an animalistic film with human characters. Like “The Insect play” and I thought to myself… What a wonderful world…
Thanks for staying with us at Black Wordz… This is an emotional piece strengthened by the lack of kindness and consideration in certain individuals. It’s the same world we live in and if the roles were reversed, how would you like to be treated? Think about it before you do the same to others. Have a wonderful week. Stay tuned for more on the musings of a Bad Girl ๐
WoW!!! strong, dark and amazing……..loved this!!! ๐ ๐
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Thank you Novelistbaba. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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my pleasure!!! ๐ ๐
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the bad girl muse is still scratching the surface of the dark core. I am sitting on my rocking seat, sipping my gin, puffing my cigar like a voyeur peeping the bad girl to get into the bad act.
Nice on Black Charis….I so love the first verse of the first poem…
In the nights/the real colours show/In the dark/their fake skin rots away/and the real ones juts out like broken pipe/as roundly smooth and real/as the bulging skin under burnt flesh.
This is so true!!!
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๐๐ Thank you Sir. It’s always a pleasure to have you read and critique my work.
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Splendid write up… Remember it’s a #Diary & Bad Girls won’t write f*#k… FUCK. Kudos Charis
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Who said I was the bad girl. ๐๐๐ I’m a good girl in a bad girl body. They always fighting expertise but they always reach a compromise
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Powerful
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Lol, thanks Manuel๐๐๐
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My pleasure
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some astute observations here… scathing. what inspired you to write this? powerful imagery.
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Thanks Katmphotography for reading my post. It means more than you know. I’m glad you liked it too. And to answer tour question, it was a real event that happened right in front of me. I just know that its the little things we do that makes up the bigger things that makes our world go round.
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aw… that’s so true, Charis. a real event eh? oh my. I enjoyed your writing. will definitely read more of your work. it’d be a pleasure x
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The pleasure is all mine. *winking. I also paid a visit to your blog site. Pretty Interesting stuffs there too.
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thank you x
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