Just another hungry, cold and rainy day

Oh dear kind soul in the big fancy car will you,
Please spare me some change, give a rupee or two,
Its 10 degrees Celsius, I walk barefoot on concrete,
No sweater, just a ragged shirt, the rain wets my feet,
I think of the roofless shack I spend cold nights in,
We’re ten children, all malnourished and thin,
My stomach rumbles, I haven’t eaten in days,
If it were Friday, the masjid would feed us strays,
But its not, so I feel faint, I wander the street,
Begging for money, sustenance not even a treat,
I’m eight years old I wish I were in school,
I wish I were clothed and not a dirty fool,
I wish I had food to feed my ailing mother,
Improve the lot of me and my little brother,
But it’s just another hungry, cold and rainy day,
There’s nothing I can do except beg and pray.

Green

It was a rainy day, a rainy, rainy day,
He came to meet me, with something to say,

The trees were green, washed clean with rain,
I wore his favorite color green, but not in vain,

He told me he loved how good I looked in green,
He said we matched, showing his sweater also green,

I fell in love with him that rainy, rainy day,
But it turned out that he had nothing to say,

All he said was, he was leaving tomorrow,
And even the rain couldn’t wash away my sorrow.

Rancid

I waited for you to call with bated breath,
I waited even though I knew I’d get upset,
But when you finally called me it was rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.

Why can’t you love me like you should,
I’d seduce you surely if I really could,
But you’re just mean and plain rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.

Don’t they teach you manners at school?
It seems like they only teach you to be cruel,
Cause when you talk you’re just simply rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.

And when you finally make love to me Sam,
It’s like wham bam no thank you ma’am,
You’re like that cause your love’s rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.

You’re ugly as sin, surely arrogant as hell,
To the devil your soul you’d instantly sell,
But I’m so smitten baby cause you’re rancid,
Rancid like expired orange juice gone acrid.

Damn you, I want impunity for life.

I killed him.

I took the dagger from under my pillow, and I slit his throat while he slept. That night was the last night that he would touch me with his clammy hands, or kiss me with his lousy breath. It was the last night that I would feel his body on top of mine like a dead weight. The last night when I would find him stoned at home, watching tv while I got home from a 12 hour shift at work. That night was the last night that he would steal money from my purse to buy alcohol, or sell my mother's jewellery to satisfy his drug addiction. This was the last night that he would leave the toilet seat up, or forget to clean the sink after he shaved. It was the last night that he would rape me till I fainted or hit me till I thought that I would die. It was the last night that I would cringe at the sight of him, and wish that he were dead.

And so I killed him.

Someday

Damn you, I want impunity for life.