Wish I

Wish I had the power to remove another’s pain;

Heartbreak is the hardest to wash away;

I’d choose physical pain above it any day;

Wish I could educate men so they avoid my mistakes;

 

To hold on to that girl before she walks away;

To show them how to love and not play love’s game;

Cause you loose either way;

Wish I could teach women to be patient;

 

Before they get fed up and change;

To stick with their men and not walk away;

To teach them real love is hard to replace;

To forgive and not leap from lover to lover;

 

To take time to heal and recover;

You only meet more pain when you replace it with another;

Hurt people, hurt people that’s cold fact;

Once trust is gone it’s impossible to get back;

 

Wish I could show the world my life movie;

So people can let go of fake lives and live truly;

Regret is a prison within;

Doing time forever cause you can’t escape yourself by any means;

 

Time only heals but never removes the memories or what you do;

So treat people better than they treat you;

For karma I’ve learnt always collects tears debt that’s overdue;

When least expected it attacks, even if forgotten it never forgets you;

 

We need change in life today;

Sick of the old ways;

I wish I could be that soldier who can save;

To answer all the pleas of those who beg for a better day….

The Reason I Closed My Hearts Door

You were the first girl in my life;

You were my very first time;

If you knew I wasn’t going to be your only man;

Why did you ever ask me out, I’ll never understand;

 

I loved you unconditional;

I trusted you without doubt;

I loved you till it hurt;

But my bridges you up and burnt;

 

Against all odds I gave up my studies for you;

Gave up my dream, cause you became my dream come true;

But you cheated and left me out of the blue;

I had to pick myself up and my broken heart too;

 

Alone, when I really needed you;

You never cared only played games with my head;

10 years I tried to get you back after you up and left;

Years wasted I can never get back;

 

Today I wonder what was wrong with you;

See how your choices in life made you loose;

Pain you caused me, pain I didn’t deserve, pain I didn’t choose;

I did nothing wrong, I loved you right all along;

 

Questions I ask God;

Why did I ever choose your love;

If He knew you would hurt me someday;

Turn my life upside down when you walked away;

 

Things you did still hurt me today;

I’ve never loved the same;

Never trusted anyone;

Never gave my all ever again;

 

I see you around and notice how guys ran you through;

Now you’re a single mother used;

You could have had this good life I live now everyday my boo;

You never thought I’d stand again after I gave it all up for you;

 

When my own family left me disowned;

But I made it, maybe you should have thout it through;

When I moved up and finally let go of you;

You wanted me back, but I refused;

 

Could never allow you to break me again;

Like you did way back when;

Maybe it was not your fault;

Maybe I was saved from even more pain by God;

 

Things you did in secrect, things I never knew, I’m sure He saw;

Looking at you today, I’m glad He allowed you to break my heart;

Who I loved and who you really are are two worlds apart;

I was blinded by love because I gave my all;

 

I made it without education;

I made it with hard work and pure dedication;

So thank you for leaving me when I had no one else;

I picked up my life all by myself;

 

Cause of the pain you brought I’m doing well;

I made it to Heaven even when you put me through hell;

I contemplated suicide before I was even saved;

Before I knew God, He came and stopped me that day;

 

I never wished you the same pain;

Life has laws, you live by the choices you make;

I begged Him to send you back someday;

I’m so happy He ignored me when I prayed;

 

Even though I pleaded with tears streaming down my face;

He saw my tomorrow, while I only saw my yesterday;

By the looks of things, seems like you paid for your mistakes;

Maybe you got more than your fair share of Karma’s payback;

 

I never wanted it to end up this way;

I wanted to love you forever and marry you one day;

Got your date of birth tattoed on my right arm;

So you will always be a part of me even when I’m gone…

Thugs Are Born

Thugs are born;

Cause fathers were never there and left a young nigga on his own;

Needed love from a dad;

But he dipped, so mamma was the only love we ever had;

 

Turned to the street;

Place where fatherless kids meet;

Thug life family;

Used drugs to subside the pain;

 

Promised never to love again;

Violence on the block never cease;

Wouldn’t be this way if my father loved me;

Forever hated by police;

 

Never understood peace;

Always bringing heat, though I’m innocent, Narcs wanna arrest me;

So I was born to be a thug nigga;

Hard to carry on when nobody loved me;

 

I may have a job and a fly car;

But street life is never far;

So when I’m stressed;

Return to my niggas to undo this mess;

 

Nigga’s always got my back no matter how far I roam;

In times of trouble, just reach for the phone;

Niggas always answer and are ready to roll;

That’s why I love the hood;

 

Showed me the love I wish my father would;

We ain’t killers, just young niggas misunderstood;

Came from a life of abuse;

Trying to live free, Asking “Dad where were you?”

 

But I’m glad I never had a dad;

Taught me to be street smart;

So I could get the best of life when times got hard;

Education is all good;

 

But life happens at the end of school;

So I’m always one up on the rest of you;

When life makes you cry;

I sit back and smile;

 

Cause while you were schooled by books I was by life;

I earned respect everwhere I go;

Niggas as I pass screaming ” Awam Kribo”

So to those who don’t know;

 

Thugs are born and raised by the street;

I never chose this Thug Life;

This Thug Life chose me.

What’s my lesson?

I tend to wear black
Almost everyday
Thing is- I’m in mourning

I lost a little girl.
She was…wait…
She’s was GONNA be all these things,
That I’d now list-
But you already know
Coz’ there’s just something that little girls are always gonna be

This little girl stepped into a world
That would never see her,
Pushed and pressed in untoward directions
Creating a person that shouldn’t be,
But now, well, here she is.

With baggage of her birth
Contamination in each breath
A life-long loving parasite

We’re all never gonna know now,
Who this little girl would be
Look, she became me.

But,
I mourn for her.

Nothing happened here

There you lay
Breathless
Having had your centre knocked
Your body’s urge to grasp air
And remain alive

Deep breaths
It aches
Somethings been hurt
Crawl up
Settle down
In
Out

There’s pain here
Oh there to
Ringing ears
You can’t think
Where do you start

It hurts.
Your body.
Creep of to a locked door
Regain your composure

Your mind knows
Your eyes saw it
Your body felt it
You don’t believe it

Too broken to begin to feel
The repercussion
Of a beating
So severe
You are changed.

Ode To The Gale

The nightingale asked

“How Strong is this branch?

If I added some weight would it buckle?”

The tree answered back

“How strong is your faith?

If I added some weight would it crumble?”

Subtle? Yes, but no-one knows this tree is waiting to dance

brandish these feathered scales with these gales in its branch.

Stands alone on its hilltop in an obsidian trance,

subtly it jests ready to let this mantis eat from its plans,

run through this again,

I don’t get where it’s gone, how do I give her a chance?

Fans these pages in the moonlight, soon they tangoed

in a fit of romance,

the tree with the nightingale and his faith in her hands.

Face in the feathers of fire, finally singed,

while the tree drifts away leaving the night to sing.

Ringing on her perch above this spinning globe and longing to be allowed in,

bring with a star in the eye of a child or offer us hope then.

The branch is getting weary, these nightingales already asleep,

amongst all the foliage while the tree is comatose we can hear them argue between…

The nightingale who asked

“How Strong is this branch?

If I added some weight would it buckle?”

And the tree who answered back

“How strong is your faith?

If I added some weight would it crumble?”

Tweet, tweet, sings the gale, pale with a million mouths to feed.

Heed this summer comes to show there’s only one apple between all of these leaves.

Pleads to the hive, how to disguise the withering fruit in its cheeks.

Why oh why wonder to squander your wealth?

Is it really safe to ponder upon the roots of your health?

Tell the sun the moons dying, the sky replies that this morning is made out of ice.

Winter in a wonderland in a land only in this nightingales eyes.

Burning from cold, growing old in this bland state of reprise.

If ashes were to ashes as dust to dust,

you might realise,

the tree and the gale are both us.

Looking in the mirror everyday but never seeing within,

every-time that reflection stares us down we must remember to sing!

I asked myself

“How strong are my branches?

If I added some weight would they buckle?”

My reflection answered back

“How strong is your faith?

If I added some weight would it crumble?”

Just Love

I’ve felt love, never left it to trust myself,

hence the session I cussed and lust just set my wealth.

It’s a pretty penny, paper, faker than the Us they sell.

Hand in hand I planned it to crack our shells,

but I’ll be dammed if I’ll stake “my” to “self”

my design and the way we felt,

its my demise rife in the way she helped

and I hate the “I” in the pride we held.

Decide the safest way to break the ice we melt,

played the joker, folks holdem in the times we dealt.

Shout for the blizzard, I’m bringing winter in troves

losing my mind alone throwing hope at these ghosts.

Boasts, she couldn’t find her soul roped in these poems,

tucked gently, hence the reason I chose,

the season I’m promised through the beauty she holds.

The duty I conceded to boast in the movement that duly unfolds,

a pearl of wisdom spinning the world that she knows,

and surely I’ll wake with my heart frozen and cold?

dreams cracked by the mistakes and the stones that I’ve hurled

times change, but I’m changing the “I” in me first

lie to me breathing the fire that pries at my worst

and tries every second to recollect the sighs that I’ve cursed

by my only wish and I’m dying to change

by reinvention, not intent to die in this place

but who am I? I rely on the habits you break

and the sadness in my soul resigned to the depths of this lake

revived to allow the whole world to witness my life as it breaks

yet when she smiles its like my thirst quenched by her name

through my driest summers I promise her words are the rain

and the darkest winter nights, skies brighten with the sight of her face

the sweetest dew in tulip fields colours couldn’t match her shades

all my love in a heart shaped locket hanging from the threads of my faith

and I dread the hour headed this way,

with every breath I’m blessed with I’ll live for the day

to hold you and tell you I care

to show the truth that I’m blessed to just know you were there

to whisper sweet nothings that encompass my prayers

when my casket gets lowered and I’m alone in my thoughts

I want the depths of your eyes to be the last image I caught.

A Statistic

How quickly they forget me, yesterday’s news, when they heard of how terribly I was raped,
Beaten and left for dead, in an alley, while walking home.
How quickly they came to offer my parents their symphathies and me their pitiful looks.
The policemen, the doctors, the religious man and even the Mayor.
All offering advice and help.
How eagerly they spoke to the news lady in her dress suite and high heels,
promising to help find the monster who did this to me.
But, just as quickly they forgot.
Too consumed with their own lives.
Nowhere in sight when I needed a lift to the hospital for more tests and pep talks from doctors and social workers.
Nowhere in sight when the doctor said “ YOU’RE PREGNANT! Do you want to keep It or get rid of it?” Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.
So quick to judge my family struggling to cope, falling apart at the seams.
No therapy for their pain or my empty soul.
How quickly they forget me, as they see my growing belly and swollen feet,
trying to do the right thing for the one who too didn’t ask for this to happen.
For now, I’m like the ones who came before me,
those that will come after me
And those just like me.
A Statistic.

He walks Free

He walks free,
His trial date one behind thousands awaiting to be heard.
Two weeks in jail.
Not enough evidence, before he goes missing, presumably gone for good
while I am in prison.
I am the one locked behind closed doors,
burglar bars,
barbed wire
and an electric fence.
Who sleeps with the light on, carries pepper spray and a whistle.
Afraid to be left alone, yet more afraid to be alone with me.
Who changed her hair colour,
the clothes she wears,
got new friends and even a new church.
Who cries at night when everyone is asleep
and prays for the courage to stop living to make the pain stop,
While he walks free.

Gold

Gold is a marvel
To behold, but ’tis cold to
The touch: love it not!