Expressionless, she sat in a corner.
It was her fat that made me notice her.
“Oh boy she was so fat,” I thought aloud.
Her face was full of flesh, so fat and round.
Big eyes, flat nose, small mouth on a fat face.
Fat small fingers she had, all ten of them.
She was a comic scene, a mass of fat.
She was so fat that no one cared for her.
And when she slept, she snored so like a pig,
using much energy to snore and sleep.
And when she tried to talk, she found it hard.
I could then see that she was out of breath.
It was her fat that was the cause of this.
And when she stood right up, her fat was all.

Lionel L
(28 Apr 1997)

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It was a choice I chose to make my own.
It was my choice that gave birth to your choice.
Coincidentally, we made that choice.
My choice, your choice, our choice, we have a choice.
The choice we made our own was a good choice.
Our choice was based on what we deemed the best.
A choice we based on mutual trust and love.
A choice me chose – one we would not regret.
A choice which made our parents happy.
It was a choice that turned our lives around,
which gave us hope and added new meaning.
We chose to start a family quite soon.
To have a baby boy or girl – God’s choice.
Thank you, my love, for having made our choice.

Lionel L
(28 Apr 1997)

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To me, I know not what is day and night.
They are the same to me, both day and night.
The clock strikes ten, and my heart laments so.
Cooped up in here, am I working so hard.
To earn some cash to live a better life.
The menial work which I just have to do,
day in, day out, I feel machine-like too;
just draws from me a sigh and then a moan.
And as I drag my tired body home,
on this slow bus journey which never ends.
So strained am I that I don’t wish to talk,
but find the energy I need from sleep.
I need a break to rest my worn-out soul,
but my boss thinks that I must work to death.

Lionel L
(26 Apr 1997)

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I thought it was a flight of great courage.
To prove something to everyone I know.
I plunged into the dark tunnel so fast,
that I forgot to think of the danger.
Surrounding me, I see no trace of light.
I feel a sense of fear engulfs me so.
The air is stale, the ground is wet – it shows.
Pitch dark, so dark it is, that’s all I know.
I am alone, all by myself, I moan.
Why did I take the plunge? Now I regret.
I try so hard to fight my tears which flow.
Sorrow is just what keeps me company.
I am now trapped within, with much regret.
No one to blame but only me myself.

Lionel L
(24 Apr 1997)

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The sky was dark, the moon was shining bright.
I lay in bed, but did not wish to sleep.
My mind was thinking of one single thing -
it was the aim and reason of my game,
the pride and pleasure of my very life.
I dreamt about the money I had make;
adding to that, the money I might make.
I thought about my neighbours’ fortunes too.
And wondered how they could have made so much.
Their gains were thorns pricking into my heart.
Resentment of this fact wrote on my face.
Money’s the one that makes the world go round.
Possess it all, that is my very aim.
To live a rich life of my own, so glam.

Lionel L
(22 Apr 1997)

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My face was sweet and calm, not beautiful,
it showed a stamp of pinch and poverty.
I was deceived by love and was with child.
My family and friends were shocked and shamed.
Indignantly, they closed their doors on me.
Left here to fight the world alone, I was.
My sins were like a cloak I had to wear,
the millstone of my shame around my neck.
The bond between body and soul so weak,
knowing they could just get away so quick.
I stretched my arms out to the silent sea,
which knew my tale of sorrow, welcomed me.
It took me then into its gently arms,
and hushed away the pain I felt in me.

Lionel L
(20 Apr 1997)

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The cold war starts, I hear the sounds of it.
Many a stormy nights have I witnessed.
Afraid to look, I cry myself to sleep,
comfort me so, my tears on my pillow.
I stare in space and wonder why you fight.
You curse, he swears, it never ends, you know.
Fierce words exchanged, you come almost to blows.
The vows you made were lies, great lies.
Marry in haste – you will regret, you will!
The choice you made was wrong, admit it now.
True colours seen at last, alas, too late.
Divorce is but an answer out of this.
It’s peace I want, love me, you must, you must!
To live to tell this fateful tale, so sad.

Lionel L
(11 Apr 1997)

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My life’s a kite, you pull the string, I’ll fly.
Possess me all, that is just what you want.
To hold me back, to hold me back from play.
I lost my freedom as you wished me to.
You took my wings and snapped them into two.
What love is this when you restrict me so?
Trapped here within my cage, I cannot fly.
I try and try, but failure’s always mine.
Freedom I yearn from you, I want it all.
To do the things I want, to learn to grow.
Grant me my only wish, let me fly high.
Resigned to my fate, I know, that is my life.
But if I were to ask you this again,
I’m sure your answer would just be a no.

Lionel L
(07 Apr 1997)

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