All are accountable to the judgment of time
And when we die without truth our sadness never...
What if the consequences of your actions
Were given ahance to pick achoice...
We will not sleep
Until we die...
"Written to process my boundaries being crossed...
I shook my head side to side...
Wrapped up in a white skin!
I am, we are African...
Warm sunlight bathes the weary soul
who sits beside his worldly goods...
In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined...
I am too trusting of this world
To you the stranger who sighs at me...
The past year has been quite a ride.
Some days rolled over me like a moon drawn tide...
In Insta’s glow, you pose so tanned and tall,
Long legs, clear face, your aura chic and free...
Writing
Writing has often helped set me free...
unravel stigmas
by acknowledging feelings...