We Do not Die Once

Like all you Insta wizards, I didn’t pick my country of birth

I was born in a culture where we shot dead our dreams everyday before we hit the bed

Where dreams are traded for the job with the fattest paycheck

Where our balls are crushed if we're honest

Where religion is deadlier drug than crystal meth

Where we prefer to pretend; too scared to offend

Where we bow to elders even when they’re wrong

Where girls are strangled when they’re born

Where degrees are preferred over dreams

Where silence is preferred over screams

Where love is for the beautiful queens we see on the silver screen

Where people can’t curse the country

Even when its patriots are the terrorists

Who kill on suspicion of eating cow's meat

Where people rape kids & never go to jail 

Where people are slain for saying they are gay 

My dad was a narcissist drunk

My mum’s life had million troubles

But her heart was tough as diamonds

For decades, she worked from dawn to dusk

Never bought herself a damn thing & saved every buck

After my high school graduation

She sent me to the first world for higher education

For five years no magic happened to me in Melbourne 

But life was swell and I was still fucking young

And then one day on the first day of April lightning struck

I don’t know if it was destiny or good old luck

When I met her on one of life’s turns

Even before she appeared, I could sense her scent

Making me want to swim in her soul if she let it melt 

Day one, we held hands; Day three we became friends

We both knew we have fallen in love on April 23rd

That night I slept like a man who didn’t give a damn if he never woke

As time rolled, we became inseparable as Jack & Coke

They always tell you your girl won't love you if you're broke

But she always loved me & I was always broke

She was under the weather when I proposed

Tears strolled as she smiled ‘Oh Gosh’

We set a date to tie the knot 

But there was a wicked twist in life’s plot

Even before walking the aisle, we got divorced

Now I'm old & the best days are in the yore

Some days I’ve the glow; most days I’m morose

Some days I’m funny as dope; most days I’m boring as Pope

Since I last saw her, thirteen years have flown

Everyday I paint poems and stories from the ink of my soul

I don’t know much but I know one bit for sure

I wouldn’t have known the miracle of love had it not been for Mum, Pearl & Rose

I know now there won't be another April 23^rd

I know now that no one who fell in love ever dies once