Africans, my people;
I have heard your call,wailing and weeping...
Hands shaking;
My thoughts race at a thousand miles a minute...
“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts, never to heaven go...
elixir
poured into my soul...
Their words still bite.. I close my eyes
I try to argue but in the end only sigh...
I remember now,
Why I was so angry with you that day...
There comes a time when we all lose someone we are...
I always wonder how I would survive without you...
I smile gracefully, through this life,
within twists and turns...
+ + + + + +
+ R.I.P...
Somewhere inside I've slightly broken down,
Like hanging branches from a dying tree...
Dreams are overrated,
Always crashing down...
~A~
~tear...