Back tide water brings the swan back
Home...

Boys are simple and short
Girls are complex and long...

With dark blood
You heave air in your breast...

I am licking sugar
To make the day sweeter...

I am wondering why mama
Is always agitated...

I felt like pumping him with lead
For all he said...

I have met some people
Who are full of bile...

I kept on going
Even though the road was rough...

I need to have faith
It is God doing and not me...

I packaged their assignments
Neatly arranged for them...

I saw you
Clearly...

Sometimes I saw my blood
Drain out at the prick of a needle...