I hardly close my eyes at night This hood just aint alright Stars dont even shine at night anymore Darkness is so black like the hair on my head How am i gonna dream I cant sleep with my eyes close My eyes are on alert for the coming of the mosquitoes You were … Continue reading Hope For The Black
For some people that still hear the ring, They walk with lethargy sewn into their bones, For those who still feel the need, To fight societal walls, till they quench their inner groans, For some people who still believe, and are climbing craggy hills. The thinness between struggle and desperation is Them. Bunch of Them. … Continue reading Climbing Hills
When you live in a “compound” you’ll understand what “real struggle” is. No, No, No, real struggle is not walking in on your fiancee cheating on you with your best friend. Real struggle is spending an hour and half at the public bathroom waiting your turn, fighting your way through some bullying neighbors to bath … Continue reading Our Public Toilet
Another loud bang and then a brilliant flash ran across the evening sky as Sgt. Peter ducked his massive frame from side to side, all 6ft of him moved in unison as if responding to salsa rhythm. Metal pellets falling from the sky like hailstone. Other men had broken formation too, running in irregular lines … Continue reading Stuck In A War
Like a woman in labor, in pains, dying to bring forth life so my soul tears up to create peace. Peace within to soothe my being, peace without that leaves me to others. The plans of men, the plans of others, totally misunderstanding my mind in order. A mind at war with peace at … Continue reading Ben Oni
My mind is blank, I really do not know what to write. Its not surprising as I really do not know how I feel. The inability to put expression to my emotions takes on a new dimension. The inability to break out and be the man I want to be at a time like … Continue reading Time Like Now
I am a mere stubborn grass In the thick forest Elephants and cows trample upon me On me lions and leopard rest I am a mere stubborn grass Every season I am blossoming When I am burnt by the fire In the wink of an eye I turn from doom to booming I am a … Continue reading The Stubborn Grass
Why babble In bramble We wobble In grumble Thus we gibe in warble ‘Free-free me from tomb of tumble’ Why wiggle and wriggle In struggle We waggle To the stake of mangle Just giggle And from storm wriggle In jungle to the bangle Of haggle of struggle To live or die like a bubble That … Continue reading A Hag-seed Bumbles
Turned our heritage to his. Tagged a price so high to bargain. The value of exchange rigorous. Pain is the course to success. The Curse has taken course.Striving to attain the uncertain. In struggle to push home fulfillment, Stress is gifted to humanity. Stains imprinted on our virginity. The Curse has taken effect.Born into the pain, We cried. Raised in a rush, We grew. Initiated into the curse, We fought. Aged in the curse, We die. The Curse is inevitable.In vast seconds We vanish. Distilled to a hostile vicinity. Uncertain of the sit to occupy. Vanity vanish varying not on variety. The Curse is the gateway.Back in the world departed. Scorching tears burn-out belovers retina. Pain weigh in tons placed on siblings heart. Birth open doors, death creates vacuum. The Curse is painful.This curse has lived forever. The cure For 33years with us. The curse caster brought us a cure. The choice is ours to chose. The Curse had been lifted.Versace versace. Vanity le bugarti. Live the curse rootlessly. Judgement bears no remorse. The curse bears the cure.
You are invisible, no one sees or Knows you. Your frail body is an irritating glitch on the scenery: your dark, leathered face is just another copy of the ubiquitously ugly mien on the teeming nobodies. Your shabby clothes hang loosely on your shoulders, they were supposed to give you some character, add color to … Continue reading The Big, Bang Story
Unemployment flows In the beating heart of this city A vital tide Powerful stream Carrying hundreds Thousands Millions of us Tools for the workshop Unemployment is alive here Familiar Our monstrous relative Caressing the young Embracing the old Suffocating hope Unemployment is a Prince here All these prisoners Wincing Bitten By it … Continue reading The Ode to Unemployment.
A man is nothing without a life,
A home incomplete without a wife;
Shit cuts deep like a knife,
Backstabbing the masses – hunger and strife
Curses,crime and craziness is rife