My blood flows in an awkward direction
Forming clots...

I was born and raised
in the warm heart of Africa...

Let her be an African
With tender skin...

Dreams do come true,
i say to myself after having...

The streets are slowly becoming
my home...

Its funny how it all began
He came on his strange animal...

Am all about loving her these days
She is what makes me open my eyes and put on that...

Expressing true love is a hard thing
But for you...

Living my life as a vegetable,
facing unforseen forces...

Started out tiny as a seed,
growing to know what is good and bad...

I have cried and wept,
believed and had faith...

Days go by,
night falls...