“I Never Sent To Her” by Mosope Akinrinmade

Never speak ‘the voice of rape’, silence the sound of a pulled trigger.

Emotions are dead and my heart is scared.

Looking at the past, time has proven to be a beast in our love affair.

Hate has grown and sprouted.

Our love is gone.

If love did exist in outer space, I need the right pace because this phase of life is just a scene in my mirage.

I need a place to make my eyes see.

Give me a seed and I’d grow for you trees, fresh and green for the whole world to see and believe that good is still in me.

Essence is life, being is living; my breath is still, my voice is mute.

Save me!!

My strength is like the breast of an aged woman, it’s bent like the aged man with his stick... http://syncityng.com/2018/09/13/i-never-sent-to-her-by-mosope-akinrinmade/