There are bells here
Silent bells
They seem so out of place
Surrounded by the immaculate stonework
And accompanied by righteous statutes
Stilled angels

Their silent echoes
Reverberate off of the people
Who stand in perfect mockery
Of the stone figures scattered about the church

All of them here to partake
In an obsolete tradition
Of grief

An unmistakably deathly feeling
Fills the air
However the feeling is foreign to me
And I cannot comprehend
This ceremony of antique sorrow

For the breathing statues Morn
As if their tears were rehearsed
and what I feel is so raw

A silent moment is called for
and as if on cue the bells toll
three times, just three

Silence, sorrow, death,
All marked by
The tolling of the bells

Alright now, right brain,
you're being insane.
                                                                  No, left brain! I'm just being alive.
                                                               You should try it---you might like it.

I worked hard to give him everything he cared about.
You were worried about the things that he was scared about.
I'm calm and collected when you act wild.
I am the adult, you are the child.

                                                     You think you're the right one every time!
                 You think you know everything, but you don't know anything
                                                                                                                     at all.
                                               Half of his problems were s'posed to be mine!
                                                                              But you wanted everything.
                                            I hope that you're happy--- 'cause he's sure not.

May we know them
Let us acknowledge the female legends
Who brought us freedom with diligence

May we raise them
Let us give birth to imperfect perfection
Whom we'll love under any condition

May we be them
Let us be the change in the lives of others
Whereas we'll be sisters,aunts and mothers

Let us make a difference
Because we are women

Africa!
Africa is crying
For a bed and some bread
Africa is trying
To find shelter or shed
The streets are now dormant
The children now sleep
With groaning tummies
They now Rest In Peace...

Give me silver
Give me gold
Give me that which I can hold

Give me life
Give me death
Give me all cause I am bold

Give me joy
Give me boys
Give me all that has no choice

I'm just kidding
Take it all
I'll be here when you call

Take the world
Take the fall
Have it all
But give me Jesus...