Enslaved
do not have too much else they would run who would run? my brothers? my friends? strangers? our opposite why would they run? my beauty? my physique? my charisma? your ambition why? focus on your home child
Moving World
Moving, moving, moving Our legs carry and tarry The universe we are yet to fantom rotates The earth, the animals, the clouds, the waters, the humans Moving, moving, moving Even when our back aches Even in the thick darkness We keep moving Trying to make sense of our world Trying to survive each day Despite…
Numbers
4,5,6, I count in my mind while using the nail of my thumb to count the flesh of my remaining fingers on my right hand or maybe I am counting my nails because I feel the friction like that of when teeth grinds together when food is in it. I don’t know why I don’t…
Look Closely
Look closely Please look closely Forget my smile, forget my pose, forget my gait See me for who I really am See my demons but don’t hide See my ambitions but don’t think less of me See how imperfect I can be See me for my naked self
Is Fine
Is fine to not have all the answers I think that is the riddle one won’t be able to survive on this planet we were born in Is fine to compare yourself to some friends you don’t talk to anymore Is fine to miss them And wonder what really happened Why did we stop talking…
I Want to Be a Billionaire
I want to be a billionaire so bad Remember that song I was little when that song came out I sang it like it meant nothing Because back then I didn’t know what it meant Now I do I sing it more I want to be a billionaire so bad I want to travel and…
Dreams
We all have dreams Or will say purposes At a point we discover it We try to pursue it, we give it all that we can But it doesn’t work We get frustrated, angry and dejected And most times we give up on this dream I don’t want to give up on my dream
Caged
Does me been human even matter They tell me I have freedom of speech but I am shut when I complain Tell me there is democracy but I can’t freely be me My fellow humans cage me Who do I then run to?
I Think
I think we are used to it, I think we are used to the bloodshed. That’s why when we wake up and hear stories of death, tragedies and atrocities We groan, moan, and post on our social media for a day and the next day we move on Nobody held accountable, no commemoration, no statement …
Pieces on the Floor
Humans lie like pieces of straws on the floor 1,2,3,4,5 I count while others take pictures We scream, we moan, we groan while we take pictures Sending it to our social medias for others to see the flowing blood tainting the red earthen soil How did we get to this The government mute We shed…
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