The Better Half for Shayla

Written by Shayla D Smith There seems to be something about deliverance, Where they cut you into two, And make you go nude, Before they give you back an "Old Shoe." I'm crying Blasphemy from the Spirit World And they have another thing coming, Because She's a Wolf in Sheep's clothing. I've got the Sheep all around me. Tell me I'm crazy and I'll kill you. I'm not going to die for your sins anymore. I've got one too many children looking up at me to say "Fuck you all!" So, This Time It's Not Me Who Should Want To Die. God is our protecter I seem to be one of the reasons why, So, I'm staying with my Husband, Victor! Sorry, if that makes you want to cry. He is one of the reasons why people don't call Me Shy. Cinderella has spoken. Not in blue, like they said. You may be looking in another direction? Maybe, A Wedding is not about you? Did "that poem" make you ill? If you knew me(the truth), ...

Written by Shayla D. Smith Unite, All must Overflow in this Cup that God gives to me, Fuck Me, Like You might Fuck Jesus! Because God knows you would Just to fit in Smaller Pants than He.  But really, He is a Stranger to us all.  Did those Hypocrites,  listen to the Spirit? Hearts were- "Me, Me, Me!" "How He Loves Me! How He Died for Me."- Exactly those Words! How strange I have felt the dead. Walked with them, Held each hand. And was tortured with complaint. And here you are, Clear is your purpose And you leave Me picked to the bones! You call Everyone Fat, But it is skin that I have been generous to. Burned, Scared, raped, loosened So full of power drained that it is more of a vapor than a food. And at times that is all we Call food. No, I don't love You. How could I? You broke Me and left Me to Suffer. So dry and parched, My mouth had been burned. I feel like I am starving to death. How I feel your pain. I am not quite like ...