AFRICAN PRIDE

The continent

see last night I laid within your continent

just so I could feel safe as every other one

to have that common bond I never won

so easy to say

but a hard game to play 

so I sought salvation

through frustration

in your not so loving nation

But despite the countless roller-coaster rides

I still got stuck at the very edgy sides

and to cover it up? I tried to be patient

cause it really was me who let you in at first with no patience

until you offered me sin

upon my naked skin

short-living all the compliments I ought to get from other nation

cruising through each state each station

causing confusion, hence a war

in my nation of which I set as a call, just because I opened a door

where salvation for you was gained

and frustration upon my children was paid

So I striked

not for me, but my children I hiked

searching for ways to unite my children, my one

giving them reasons to be with I, their mum

so that's why I lured  you through my flesh so bounty

and kissed forever in your county

tatting the marks of my ever full lips as a compliment

in your continent

then I tapped your version drum 

that echoes then and now a sweet song

a sweet song of freedom

freedom of which I cherish in my kingdom

freedom I marked on my babies, outside and within

so my babies could play and fill in

blow on my Botswana

nibble in my Nigeria

see I know how much am being cherished

but you hide your emotions like am being punished

for something I know not of; in spite the antidote you gave me

I cherish that still; we were so keen

not until you forced in so much control

upon I, Africa, I which other nations now console

My kids adore you; despite your destruction

destruction in ways that I know will bring forth construction

so now that you have imposed that much labor

please do me this favor

give my kids out there and within, reasons without hesitation

to forgive my imperfections, without meditation

train them with ease; cherish their stubbornness

they got that from me; so do see those as confidence

Once this start is done

you may come

and we may start a new page

a new love page on a warm stage

with much bigger courage

besides this really is a new age

for I, Africa and you, the West, to gauge

as one world, that would be a huge change

for my now strong heart will pledge

such love ever so pure

so unique to lure

my children back; this strong heart still needs to cure.

STAINED

Comrade PL..,has treated me thus
he has brushed me deep in..some force
returnin or lookin back...C'est ne pas possible
but ma thought of less crash and more civil
earth pushed me close to the deep ditch
not a xoxo lyk ditch
but close
to dat of those
dat were stained.

I might b sitting close or in the row of the eminent
but me..,am different
most sit on dat row and 4get
not me..i dont 4get
I av been bitten yet by another snake
got more poison dan d former for a sake
so absurd..bt not as pointless as those it pained
those dat were stained.

Y me..,Comrade...
say was it ur plan to punish me for ur past "Bitch"..?
whom u now pronounce as d queen "B.i.t.c.h"..?
likewise a supreme "B.i.t.c.h"
who made u fall in2 her own ditch..?
in other words u tagged me as a zilch
wat for..?..Comrade..pour-quoi..????
but..guess....i didnt shed a tear
not cuz i wanted to but d demon in me which i fear
aided in dryin my liquid n ma eyes
cause if i did shed dose tears d skies
shall claim me a dead falcon
with a red stain
upon her white feathers..underneath her wings...stained
a beautiful death of a beautiful falcon.

The resurrection shall come forth in a while..Comrade
i shall resurrect on the 27th day of one month..Comrade
den i shall clear off d sin
upon ma skin
of which u did
to a kid
lyk me...Comrade...den...d curses of ur next..shall play dose usual games
and soon Comrade..would go down a bottomless ditch by a supreme..due to her stains

Life as it was and is

Once upon a time
life to me was a dime
once upon a wish
everything was anticlockwise, pish-posh, posh-pish
consider this a s part of my story
care less if its samey, care more if it turns out hot and stony
see it as a real deed, life herself from sight
a little piece of life as i write.

I have been heart broken, i've lost, i am human
but for long i ask, a chance to me a new woman
mockery, i got from those who wished so much to be
what they see, what they hear, yes it was me
but all that was heard
was and is like a bird
for it doesn't stay long on a branch of a tree
gist comes, gist flies and may not come back that free
give it a sound, as every sound later expires
give it a word, as it grows stronger as it inspires
or give it a sweet package, nice sweet appearance
but trust, thy soul shall be gone & the body still in attendance
the wind blows and you think your in heaven
but sooner than you think your eyes are wide open
just to find out your days are numbered seven
and then you exclaimed..."Oh God y me!"
then your thought of what to do, what truly could u be
its just the beginning
the beginning of the demerit of life, by then u r reasoning
your mind is working and giving u orders
and then u go ahead to do it, only to realize u can't close your mess...there ain't covers
:]...some say seein is believin.........
well, me see it as believin without faith is decieving
otherwise..,its torture
torture which one must amend.., amend as a culture
u think u've seen her, but she truly is a bitch
yes she can be positive, but then she could push you into ditch
for all she cares, well if you don't know
now you know..........

Yeha..! i know ma god darn weakness
but a weakness without a strong soul is senseless.

Am aware of my darn strength
a strength yet to be very fight through its length
seems to increase, day by day
day by day
i think of my next move..what next to say
whats so urgent to say?
the words are not so far away
[copy that].........................
....................................a time shall come wen one shall say
........"who has treated me thus leading through the sharps of the forest
making returnin impossible to return but great difficulty in moving forward..
d affairs of this world as achameleon faeces into which was stepped..when cleaned, it can't go.."

Less rythm, less harmony
would the world ever be one colony
d wise speak of " a stitch in time saving nine"
but some saves a lot more than nine
its more luck to people than kind
as predicted by the human mind
was born yesterday and yet am a thousand years old
mentally lived and past through the era when humans were sold
as slaves..[sure am a negroid]..bt dt was and is very cold
yeha....sure it must hurt alot to gt the past fold
of-course..the story of slavery was well told
well told by men so old...
men who commenced the real definition of struggle..drank their sweat & still hold
on, yet to see or hear of "hope" to create a better world.

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