a poem, by Evelyn Amissah
Blood on my tongue,
now stained are my lips.
Heat like a wave,
the thought of a kiss.
Race does the heart,
So wander the mind.
"Lust, Love apart"
In truth both do blind.
Idle hands the preacher says,
though swear it, both were used to pray.
With Iron will, stay true to faith.
Alas, pressure build and iron break.
Weeping, wailing, gnaw of teeth.
Now lost lamb, will thy Shepheard grief?
Kept apart, but still, we meet.
The Devil's Daughter,
- her greatest feat.