salam 3alaykum..
wrote this one yday...cudnt concentr8 at all on ma work last nyt...ended up pickin up a pencil n scribblin this down...m currently lackin sleep biiig tyym...been awake since yday 8 in tha morning...lackin sanity 2...this isnt an islamic poem...but then it has nuthin 2 do wit love either...so i guess its aiight 2 put it up in here..
Her lips quiver as tears well-up in her eyes
She tries to hold them back as she remembers all the lies
Friends nor family...no one knows the pain she hides within
Agitated they are, 'cuz of being shut out from the life she's livin'
People don't understand what she's going through, yet they still criticize
Leaving her to face all their nonsense, including all those obvious lies
Her face is expressionless, eyes piercingly cold
Only when she's alone, do her true emotions unfold
When she sits in a gathering, half the time she's spaced out
Her sadness turns to annoyance when she doesn't know what's being talked about
For lost is she in her own world, one of shattered dreams
But she's now learned that nothing is necessarily how it seems...
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Saturday, May 26, 2007
The Wilting Rose
Salam 3alaykum,
Here's something I wrote last night, referring to the condition of Muslimaat nowadays. I likened us to a wilting rose, because lil2asaf that's what we really are. There was once a time when the only people who knew what we looked like were our m7rams, and other women..bes now...we've put ourselves up on for display for the world to see. We reject the protection offered by Islam, ignore the Sharee3a laid down for us, and blindly follow the ways of the Kuffaar. No one said attaining knowledge is 7araam, bel 3x....we're encouraged to do so! But where does it say that it's permissible for a woman to go & work in an environment where there is no concept of segregation? Sub7anallaah...women nowadays defiantly give reasons like, " It's my RIGHT to do so" or " I'm not doing anything wrong! Besides nowadays, we can't live on only one source of income"
.....Excuse me...your RIGHT? What is that supposed to mean? El 3iyaath billaah...are you trying to say that Islam deprives you of your 'rights as a woman'? Didn't you know that these very Kuffaar who dare to open their mouths & talk about 'women liberation', were the ones who treated their women as their property, or SLAVES? They regarded, and STILL regard, women as empty vessels...for God's sake, they regard a woman as a marketing tool! It's all around you; if they want to sell TIRES, the first thing you will see is a half-naked woman...
But what's happened to us? Why are we following their footsteps? Why are we shedding our petals by our own hands? Our clothes seem to be decreasing in size EVERYDAY! I wonder...perhaps there's a shortage of cloth? Or maybe dryers these days have a manufacture defect? They seem to shrink our clothes relentlessly! The question is....can we blame our men for what they are doing? To a certain extent, WE deserve to be blamed. We are the ones who walk out in unacceptable conditions, such conditions that have been FORBIDDEN by Islam. Whatever happens to us is all a consequence of our A3maal. In turn, we are going to be mothers some day. What kind of Tarbiya will we give our children? What children see, children do...May Allaah protect us from fitn w fwaa7ish..the conditions seem to be worsening generation after generation! Are we even FIT to be mothers? We can't even help ourselves; I fear that we might end up destroying the Ummah of M7ammad Salallaahu 3alayhi wa Sallem...!
...Enough can never be said, but then again...that doesn't mean I write a whole novel on-line..and that too, in a single post! This poem is pretty long, bes Insha'Allaah one day it'll benefit someone somewhere out there...otherwise it's pretty much useless!!
Hope you like it, and as always...comments & criticism will be very much appreciated! :D
She sits in solitude, a glazed look in her eyes
The world has now, taken her by surprise
Tears well up in those deep pools, as she remembers & regrets
All that has happened; she forgave but can't seem to forget
She finally realizes, a lot of wrong was said & done
Leaving her deprived of the Pleasure of The Most Merciful One
She hangs her head down low in silence & is ashamed
She gave in to Shay6aan & in return nothing she gained...
Sisters, this is a common scenario, yet we never seem to learn
We only awaken to reality when we've had our chance to burn
Our condition's worsening, & it's having an affect on our brothers
After all, how they act depends on the tarbiya of their mothers
Rasulullaah has said: النساء حبائل الشيطان
Our actions & words provoke them, & drive them away from Ar R7maan
Had we concealed ourselves, as we've been ordered to do
The chances of them being seduced by a 'Muslimah' would be but a few
Dear sister, what's the use of that 7ijaab if it only covers PART of your hair?
You might as well take it off; it's like it's not even there
Why have you tightened your 3bah...& is that SKIN that I see?!
What's the use of wearing that 3bah, when it's so stylish & flashy?!
Oh Unfortunate One, what happened to your clothes underneath?
They resemble those of the women that lurk behind men on the streets!
You say you're feeling hot, besides no one can see that you're nearly naked
well...النار جهنم أشد حرا...do you think you'd be able to take it?!
Sis, you're walking funny, & you sure are making a whole lot of noise..!
I see that blisters adorn your feet...why am I not surprised?
Your heels strike the ground, attracting attention as you walk by
Weight of your sins getting heavier, as on you are all eyes..
Oh my! has your head undergone some kind of mutation?!
No, wait...it looks like a camel's hump; a 7deeth's confirmation..
Whoa! Do you shower with 36oor by any chance?!
Ya Allah...why are you making 7araam on yourself Jannah's fragrance?!
My sweet sisters, why are we saving up for the ticket to hell?
No...I'm not crazy & deranged..our A3MAAL foretell!
We complain about our brothers' conditions thoughtlessly
It rarely crosses our minds that we are the cause of their 'insanity'
We've been told و قرن في بيوتكن yet it seems like we don't care
ًWe're all striving hard for degrees, so we can land a job out there
Islam shielded women, offering them protection
The Kuffaar came in & promised them 'liberation'
They actually meant 'strip down & sell your bodies to us for our pleasure'
'Let us fulfill our carnal desires with your most valuable treasure'
They want to kill our 7ayaa2, & destroy our nation
Corrupting Muslimaat is their sole consolation
For we are the support that our men tend to rely on
It's mostly us who lead them to the Path of Right or Wrong
Sisters, please don't play in the hands of 3dow Er R7maan
Don't let yourselves turn into the tools of Shay6aan
Instead, turn into reality your everlasting dream
Learn how to attain the Pleasure of Er R7eem
Beware, in hell women exceed men in number
And then to eternal torment do they have to surrender..
Here's something I wrote last night, referring to the condition of Muslimaat nowadays. I likened us to a wilting rose, because lil2asaf that's what we really are. There was once a time when the only people who knew what we looked like were our m7rams, and other women..bes now...we've put ourselves up on for display for the world to see. We reject the protection offered by Islam, ignore the Sharee3a laid down for us, and blindly follow the ways of the Kuffaar. No one said attaining knowledge is 7araam, bel 3x....we're encouraged to do so! But where does it say that it's permissible for a woman to go & work in an environment where there is no concept of segregation? Sub7anallaah...women nowadays defiantly give reasons like, " It's my RIGHT to do so" or " I'm not doing anything wrong! Besides nowadays, we can't live on only one source of income"
.....Excuse me...your RIGHT? What is that supposed to mean? El 3iyaath billaah...are you trying to say that Islam deprives you of your 'rights as a woman'? Didn't you know that these very Kuffaar who dare to open their mouths & talk about 'women liberation', were the ones who treated their women as their property, or SLAVES? They regarded, and STILL regard, women as empty vessels...for God's sake, they regard a woman as a marketing tool! It's all around you; if they want to sell TIRES, the first thing you will see is a half-naked woman...
But what's happened to us? Why are we following their footsteps? Why are we shedding our petals by our own hands? Our clothes seem to be decreasing in size EVERYDAY! I wonder...perhaps there's a shortage of cloth? Or maybe dryers these days have a manufacture defect? They seem to shrink our clothes relentlessly! The question is....can we blame our men for what they are doing? To a certain extent, WE deserve to be blamed. We are the ones who walk out in unacceptable conditions, such conditions that have been FORBIDDEN by Islam. Whatever happens to us is all a consequence of our A3maal. In turn, we are going to be mothers some day. What kind of Tarbiya will we give our children? What children see, children do...May Allaah protect us from fitn w fwaa7ish..the conditions seem to be worsening generation after generation! Are we even FIT to be mothers? We can't even help ourselves; I fear that we might end up destroying the Ummah of M7ammad Salallaahu 3alayhi wa Sallem...!
...Enough can never be said, but then again...that doesn't mean I write a whole novel on-line..and that too, in a single post! This poem is pretty long, bes Insha'Allaah one day it'll benefit someone somewhere out there...otherwise it's pretty much useless!!
Hope you like it, and as always...comments & criticism will be very much appreciated! :D
She sits in solitude, a glazed look in her eyes
The world has now, taken her by surprise
Tears well up in those deep pools, as she remembers & regrets
All that has happened; she forgave but can't seem to forget
She finally realizes, a lot of wrong was said & done
Leaving her deprived of the Pleasure of The Most Merciful One
She hangs her head down low in silence & is ashamed
She gave in to Shay6aan & in return nothing she gained...
Sisters, this is a common scenario, yet we never seem to learn
We only awaken to reality when we've had our chance to burn
Our condition's worsening, & it's having an affect on our brothers
After all, how they act depends on the tarbiya of their mothers
Rasulullaah has said: النساء حبائل الشيطان
Our actions & words provoke them, & drive them away from Ar R7maan
Had we concealed ourselves, as we've been ordered to do
The chances of them being seduced by a 'Muslimah' would be but a few
Dear sister, what's the use of that 7ijaab if it only covers PART of your hair?
You might as well take it off; it's like it's not even there
Why have you tightened your 3bah...& is that SKIN that I see?!
What's the use of wearing that 3bah, when it's so stylish & flashy?!
Oh Unfortunate One, what happened to your clothes underneath?
They resemble those of the women that lurk behind men on the streets!
You say you're feeling hot, besides no one can see that you're nearly naked
well...النار جهنم أشد حرا...do you think you'd be able to take it?!
Sis, you're walking funny, & you sure are making a whole lot of noise..!
I see that blisters adorn your feet...why am I not surprised?
Your heels strike the ground, attracting attention as you walk by
Weight of your sins getting heavier, as on you are all eyes..
Oh my! has your head undergone some kind of mutation?!
No, wait...it looks like a camel's hump; a 7deeth's confirmation..
Whoa! Do you shower with 36oor by any chance?!
Ya Allah...why are you making 7araam on yourself Jannah's fragrance?!
My sweet sisters, why are we saving up for the ticket to hell?
No...I'm not crazy & deranged..our A3MAAL foretell!
We complain about our brothers' conditions thoughtlessly
It rarely crosses our minds that we are the cause of their 'insanity'
We've been told و قرن في بيوتكن yet it seems like we don't care
ًWe're all striving hard for degrees, so we can land a job out there
Islam shielded women, offering them protection
The Kuffaar came in & promised them 'liberation'
They actually meant 'strip down & sell your bodies to us for our pleasure'
'Let us fulfill our carnal desires with your most valuable treasure'
They want to kill our 7ayaa2, & destroy our nation
Corrupting Muslimaat is their sole consolation
For we are the support that our men tend to rely on
It's mostly us who lead them to the Path of Right or Wrong
Sisters, please don't play in the hands of 3dow Er R7maan
Don't let yourselves turn into the tools of Shay6aan
Instead, turn into reality your everlasting dream
Learn how to attain the Pleasure of Er R7eem
Beware, in hell women exceed men in number
And then to eternal torment do they have to surrender..
Saturday, April 28, 2007
May I have your Attention please...
Living according to Sharee3a has become really hard
In these times when our 7ayaa2 we should safe-guard
Shay6aan's working on crumbling our Iman to dust
By inflicting our hearts with the disease of lust
A lot of guys & girls who punctually pray their 9alawaat 5 tymz a day
Regularly read Qur'aan, try to increase their 3elm, their Lord they do obey
Unfortunately, they may be lead astray by Wasaawes esh Shay6aan
He strives really hard to turn us away from Ar-Ra7maan
Damned is he, for him his hellish abode waits
And for all those like him, on whom forbidden are Jannah's Gates
Him & his clan try to snatch away the opportunity
Of entering the Heavenly Gardens from those who've attained piety
Look at that young man, once 9aa7ib el l7ya wed Deen
Now he has a goatee & sweet-talks girls, in hope one would be his 'queen'
And look at that young woman, once shielded as a rosebud from all harm
Now she's just like a wilting rose, that has lost all its charm
Hidden she once was, 'shapeless' from head to toe
But now she's put all her assets out for show
Leaving almost nothing to the imaginations of all guys
She proudly acknowledges the looks in her predators' eyes
Cursed be the one who gets us entangled & then walks away clean
The same one who dissolves our Iman, disconnecting us from our Deen
Limited is our time, this Denya's like an examination hall
Our life's the exam, each deed an answer; under 'right' or 'wrong' it will fall
Depending on the weight of each one, we'll receive our grades
Final abodes will be decided on the categorization of slaves
Some will be 3baad Allaah, while others 3baad esh Shahawat
The latter will be in agony, while the former will possess content hearts
Brothers & Sisters, please struggle hard to ace this test
For after it there awaits either eternal torment or blissful rest
For the sake of your nafs, don't sell away your Iman
To your truly bitter enemies, the Army of Shay6aan
If you crush that nafs & shun all of Shay6aan's ways
There's a 110% guarantee, under Allaah's protection you'll forever stay
In these times when our 7ayaa2 we should safe-guard
Shay6aan's working on crumbling our Iman to dust
By inflicting our hearts with the disease of lust
A lot of guys & girls who punctually pray their 9alawaat 5 tymz a day
Regularly read Qur'aan, try to increase their 3elm, their Lord they do obey
Unfortunately, they may be lead astray by Wasaawes esh Shay6aan
He strives really hard to turn us away from Ar-Ra7maan
Damned is he, for him his hellish abode waits
And for all those like him, on whom forbidden are Jannah's Gates
Him & his clan try to snatch away the opportunity
Of entering the Heavenly Gardens from those who've attained piety
Look at that young man, once 9aa7ib el l7ya wed Deen
Now he has a goatee & sweet-talks girls, in hope one would be his 'queen'
And look at that young woman, once shielded as a rosebud from all harm
Now she's just like a wilting rose, that has lost all its charm
Hidden she once was, 'shapeless' from head to toe
But now she's put all her assets out for show
Leaving almost nothing to the imaginations of all guys
She proudly acknowledges the looks in her predators' eyes
Cursed be the one who gets us entangled & then walks away clean
The same one who dissolves our Iman, disconnecting us from our Deen
Limited is our time, this Denya's like an examination hall
Our life's the exam, each deed an answer; under 'right' or 'wrong' it will fall
Depending on the weight of each one, we'll receive our grades
Final abodes will be decided on the categorization of slaves
Some will be 3baad Allaah, while others 3baad esh Shahawat
The latter will be in agony, while the former will possess content hearts
Brothers & Sisters, please struggle hard to ace this test
For after it there awaits either eternal torment or blissful rest
For the sake of your nafs, don't sell away your Iman
To your truly bitter enemies, the Army of Shay6aan
If you crush that nafs & shun all of Shay6aan's ways
There's a 110% guarantee, under Allaah's protection you'll forever stay
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Poems & poetry...
Salaam 3alaykum,
jus came across a 7deeth, (saying of the Prophet Muhammad P.B.U.H) (regarding poetry) from which 3ulamaa2 (Islamic scholars) hav laid down 4 conditions 4 poetry. Not surprisingly, lil2asaf esh-shadeed, most of my poems don't fit those conditions! so inshallah, will be deleting all those poems shortly. yjzeek/ch Allaah kil 5ayr Anonymous #2 on the poem ' Hidin' behind Lies :) I really really TRULY appreciated that comment, cuz it wuz a jolt back 2 reality...
Needless 2 say, i might either stop writin' COMPLETELY, or turn over a new leaf n start writin ONLY Islamic poems. *sumthn similar 2 Arise From Your Slumber.*
Jazaakum Allaah 5ayr 4 those who hav stopped by n taken tha tym 2 comment, & for those who hav read ma trashy poems which are against Islam, please 4giv me!
Wa Salaam
jus came across a 7deeth, (saying of the Prophet Muhammad P.B.U.H) (regarding poetry) from which 3ulamaa2 (Islamic scholars) hav laid down 4 conditions 4 poetry. Not surprisingly, lil2asaf esh-shadeed, most of my poems don't fit those conditions! so inshallah, will be deleting all those poems shortly. yjzeek/ch Allaah kil 5ayr Anonymous #2 on the poem ' Hidin' behind Lies :) I really really TRULY appreciated that comment, cuz it wuz a jolt back 2 reality...
Needless 2 say, i might either stop writin' COMPLETELY, or turn over a new leaf n start writin ONLY Islamic poems. *sumthn similar 2 Arise From Your Slumber.*
Jazaakum Allaah 5ayr 4 those who hav stopped by n taken tha tym 2 comment, & for those who hav read ma trashy poems which are against Islam, please 4giv me!
Wa Salaam
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Arise From Your Slumber
(29th October 2oo3)
est'3firullah..i 4got 2 add this 1...i thought i'd add it last cuz its ma only fav out of all ma poems...:)
est'3firullah..i 4got 2 add this 1...i thought i'd add it last cuz its ma only fav out of all ma poems...:)
ma first attempt at arabic+english poetry....including Ayaat from tha Holy Qur'aan...
Dear Muslim brothers & sisters, why have we become so weak?
Why are we letting ourselves be led astray from Allaah by Shaytaan's beats?
There was a time when we used to wake up to the Athaan
But now, unfortunately, we wake up to اغاني و الحان
Dear Muslim brothers, when the Masaajid cry out to you
Why don't you drop everything you're doing and purify yourself by وضوء?
Dear Muslim sisters, why do we take our صلوت so lightly?
Just because it's not obligatory on us to pray in Masaajid, we delay them defiantly?!
Whatever happened to "إنا الصلاة كانت على مؤمنين كتابا موقوتا"
It seems like Shaytaan has wrapped us up so tightly, we can't obey or Lord either
"و ما خلقت الإنس و الجن إلإ ليعبدون"
Why is that we pay no heed to that, knowing our life may end soon?
We're being exposed to music while fetuses in our mothers' wombs
Slowly, Shaytaan's leading us to the path of destruction & doom
Endless are his whispers, he relentlessly makes us doubt,
Countless aspects in Islam, because his mission's to drive us out
From the beautiful Gardens of Jannah, just as he deceived
(آدم و حوا (عليهم السلام and he's vowed to succeed
NOW...as innocent Muslim blood is being shed globally
No one gives a damn as they live their fantasies
Haraam, Halaal, Makrooh...they don't really care
As long as their desires are fulfilled, they pretend they don't see or hear
Where are the men who will fight عدو الرحمن
Unfortunately, we only see the Army of Shaytaan
But I still have hope that our brothers & sisters are hidden from our sight
There are still those who work by day & worship their Lord by night
Alhamdulillaah, Islam is still spreading like wild-fire
The Kuffaar are left bewildered, n with fear they perspire
They SEEM victorious for now, but that's only for show
Reality is, they can't sleep at night as they're worrying about 'tomorrow'
As they brutally murder our brothers & rape our sisters
They brainwash us successfully…only SOME can tell they're tricksters
The rest of us blindly believe what we're constantly fed by the media
But about the REAL situations we have NO IDEA
This is a desperate cry to all the brothers & sisters
Those of who are still trapped by Shaytaan & his believers
PLEASE arise from your slumber before it's too late
PLEASE open your eyes before FORBIDDEN ON YOU become Jannah's Gates...
New around here...
Salaam 3alaykum/Hiya 2 all all of u out there...
All tha posts that u see here were actually typed out on ma msn space n so tha timings n days til post 17 r all wrong really...but neway...not much of a blogger...hav made 2 accounts previously but cant remember wat i called em or wat ma username wuz...lol
will try 2 keep this one runnin 4 as long as i can...keep poppin in 2 add a new poem once in a while...obviously that's if i see this blog's actually bein' read..lol...n yall kno wat that means...;) yeeeeepp...leav a comment senors/senoritas so that i kno u been here :D
WARNING: DON'T COME CLOSE TO THIS BLOG IF U GET DEPRESSED EASILY...
All tha posts that u see here were actually typed out on ma msn space n so tha timings n days til post 17 r all wrong really...but neway...not much of a blogger...hav made 2 accounts previously but cant remember wat i called em or wat ma username wuz...lol
will try 2 keep this one runnin 4 as long as i can...keep poppin in 2 add a new poem once in a while...obviously that's if i see this blog's actually bein' read..lol...n yall kno wat that means...;) yeeeeepp...leav a comment senors/senoritas so that i kno u been here :D
WARNING: DON'T COME CLOSE TO THIS BLOG IF U GET DEPRESSED EASILY...
FATE
(2nd February 2007)
Never did she imagine that there would come this day
Tears stream down her cheeks & she tries to stop them, but in vain
Never did she know that it would cause her this much pain
Her body sways slightly, her vision falters
She stares at the picture of the one who once sought her
Her lips tremble, her voice is becoming audible
Keeping her balance is close to impossible
She clenches her jaws tightly, to you & I the sight would be absurd
But she's trying to stop herself from uttering a string of incoherent words
Each tear that falls, carries with it a bitter-sweet memory
Of how they lived together in bliss & harmony
His laughter resounds in her head, his scent still fresh on her clothes
But his soul has already ascended to its heavenly abode
For you see, happily wedded were they for nearly a year
Gone were her insecurities & never-ending fears
But then..all it took was a car crash
And all tha happiness she'd ever known had been snatched
Now she stands helpless, and all alone
Looking out at the horizon from their newly-furnished home
As she notices her reflection in the window, her lips form a sad smile
Steadily grows the token of love, their unborn child....
Lyf's a test...which im strugglin 2 pass:'(
(21st December 2006)
havnt written ne poems in a long tym now...usually i actually write em down n then type em out tha next day or watever...but 2day...ima try 2 write sumthn here directly...
she stares out at nuthin, tryin 2 clear her mind
all she can do is think of 1 person at all tymz
lyf is gettin harder, shes losin grip fast
shes wishin 4 long she will not last
tears remain welled up in her eyz 24/7
threatenin 2 cascade down wen she stares up at tha heavens
in despair as she holds her hands up in prayer
askin her Lord 2 take her away from here
she reminds herself its a test she must endure patiently
there will b a tym wen she'll be let go free
all she has 2 do is quietly wait
n strive hard 2b able 2 pass thru tha Heavenly Gates...
2 all tha guys who stare ENDLESSLY..
(17th November 2006)
it's been a while since i added nethin here...
this is sumthn i wrote jus a few minutes ago...i wuz sittin in ma room...bored 2 death...wen i remembered an incident which took place couple a days ago...so i grabbed a pen n started writiin....
y r u standin over there, starin at me?
i dont get it..wat tha hell is it that u c?!
otha than ma hands n feet n ma chocolate brown eyz
n they 2 r hidden behind these glasses, i suddenly realize
dont stare n play dirty mind games
wherz
4 all u kno, i could b a man's wife
wit a marriage based on love, n content wit her lyf!
irrespect of that, i could b a sister or even a MOTHER
yet u stand right there, jus lyk a hunter
lookin out 4 his 'catch of tha day'
i wonder, how many young women,2 u, fell prey?
wen will all of u open
therz no way u can b a proper Muslim if u dont preserv
y do yall talk bout women lyk we pieces of meat?!
dont u realize u makin it dangerous 4 ur own mothers n sisters 2 walk out alone on tha streets?
havnt u heard tha sayin:"wat goes around, comes around"?
or do u prefer 2 ignore that until things go terribly wrong?!
r u waitin 4 a female family member 2 get sexually harrassed?
or would u lyk 4 a loved 1 2 b publically harrassed?
how would u feel lyk if sum1 groped
or how bout if sum1 forcefully kissed her??
u'd want 2 rip his beatin heart outta his chest
u wouldnt b able 2 c her walkin around depressed....
well, if u dont want that happenin 2 a close n loved female member of ur family
then how tha hell can u treat a strange woman on tha street ne differently?!?!
Sick & Tired of Being Alone..
(30th October 2006)
This is somethin i wrote 3 nights ago...wen i couldnt sleep...facin nights of serious insomnia....
As tha days pass by, im still alone
still a hyped teen livin in her parents' home
iv been hurt by many, but i hav learned
i hav also given many tha chance 2 burn
evrythin seems so confusin n dreams unattainable
tha chances that they might come tru 1 day are highly impossible
scared 2 love again, tremblin i stand
waitin 4 a man 2 ask 4 ma hand
iv seen a whole lotta messed up marriages n lives
heard of men marryin over their wives
terrified i am, yet this huge risk im ready 2 take
call me desperate, but its 1 long,impatient wait
some say im not fit 2 b a man's wyf yet
makes me wonder, how damn mean can ppl really get?!
they could b right, but i still think their approach is wrong
which is y i wont lsn 2 em nemore, even if they torture me lyf-long
but then i think, who'd want fish wen they could get PEARLS from tha sea?
who'd go 4 a plain jane wen they could get sum1 pretty?
wen i think of ne guy, i feel guilty 4 wantin him 2 b mine
cuz i kno there are amazin chicaz out there who'd actually b worth his tym
as tha day comes 2 an end, i feel even more low n lonely
cuz then i remember i hav a cold, empty bed waitin 4 me....
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