Eve

The bleeding of my pen

never comes out of wound

It is a simple testament

Of a concern brother

The blaring of my voice

means no harm 

It only shows how concern I am 

To your vulgarity 

Did I hear you well?

Did those words actually escape

from your mouth?

That you came from a finished vessel?

Why he is moulded from a mere dust?

Why speak so mean of your root? 

It is ignorance dear beloved

Pure ignorance and arrogance 

My side bleed profusely

When I here you loud your ignorance

None here contend the stage you effort to create 

It is no crime for a man to 

Walk out of his own castle

It is just a show of ownership

Your hair running down your toe 

Unleashes the beauty I freely offered you 

Remember this.