She was a lost soul
Who never fitted in...
I write of grievance to the Reaper's will;
Who'll take me nether, just tho' it will be...
If you were to die by your own hand
Nothing would be right in or around my land...
Hush now, wipe your eyes
and ill sing to you a laullaby...
You knew what it felt like, you knew the pain
Of never being able to see your mother again...
I found this poem that I wrote a long time ago...
So I actually did it...
Africans, my people;
I have heard your call,wailing and weeping...
Darkness surrounds the stars at midnight.
Shadows are cast over the earth from moonlight...
She wraps me in her cold embrace,
placing a kiss upon my lips so soft...
Thirty-One Days
Innocent...
If I pulled the trigger,
Would you care...
As I lay in my bed all cozy and warm
Branches hit the window from the treacherous storm...