WORDS (Lyrics)

You use words like Bitches, sometimes Witches

Now’s the time to bring Stitches

Cos you hurt Me, cut Me, cut Me deep

So deep

How am I supposed to keep sanity, my virginity

Are you a doctor, a pastor

Then perform surgery for my injury

When you left Mama I was two, I couldn’t even wear my shoes

When I was ten, you tried to make up then… Someone else wanted you

Those four walls I don’t know about

I know about these four walls:

I touch each separately but they try to meet in the middle simultaneously

No space to meet, No place to greet, to skip a beat

Skip, Skip-skip, Skip a beat

Skip, Skip-skip, Skip a beat.

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About Ken Gwira

Ken Gwira is a self-taught artist living in the USA. Aside from wood sculpture, he uses words and images to help people see life through a different lens [o].
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