Trying to be calm
When all emotions run wild...
Wrapped up in a white skin!
I am, we are African...
Earth bound, tied to who I am!
No brush to canvas to releases the emotions...
I admit, I am deep!
The bubble gum and popcorn brigade...
Can you foretell tomorrow?
The past lives in my poems...
I was born this way!
I know wrong from right...
I think
that fostering a sense...
I can’t ease her burden.
I try, but maybe not enough...
Many are highly regarded in society,
Placed in esteemed positions...
Don’t dismantle my dream world,
The theatre of the mind is very important...
We live our lives through different time frames.
Each pertinent, on a personal level only...
Self-expression is all I have, to navigate this...
Common sense, my north star...