Tee2emm

My mother had a lore One that I have tried to ignore “Cats are to be feared Of all, black cats shouldn't be dared”   Tonight must be cursed There is a cat meowing the moon-lit night It might be too late for remorse Without a chance for flight 

Be gone for a day, Be gone forever, The road home never forgets. She is sometimes beautiful, and sometimes ugly  And sometimes she is both Depending on the memories she holds She changes her shade like a chameleon She is fair with her scores In both our wins and losses Like the sun shines on all irrespective Turn in her direction The nostalgia will pour in Like the intoxication of a cheap strong rum The road back home Is the only road that leads us back to our thoughts

There is a man with a gun at my father's door The streaks of blood in his eyes make it obvious what he's come for. THE COWARDS WE'VE BECOME https://audiomack.com/tee2emm

Coat Of Shame is a Spoken Word Poetry EP that will surely leave you awed.  To much talk will drain your curiosity, so I'll leave you with the link to judge for yourself. https://audiomack.com/tee2emm/album/coat-of-shame