It fulfilled the desires of my eye,
but yet in my head it seems to be poison to my aspects of life,
I crave love, but we confuse this with lust,
I fear hurt
I crave trust but people forget their worth and in the end we all get hurt.

In letters that form words, I have stored time for a future to come
In water that form tears, I have stored time for relief of hurt
In little actions that makes change, I have stored time to reap hope
In family I have lost time, I stored for a peaceful parting from this world
And I’m all the time I have been giving
So where does my time capsule call home

There are daughters that burst boils on a fathers face
Mine prefers an argument over why I shouldn’t be right
There are those daughters that are reminded they are loved
While I am enlightened as to why I shouldn’t be loved
There are those who knows what a father is
While I ask every man what a man is
There are those daughters that can cry on a fathers shoulders
But I have to find remorse and comfort amongst four walls
There are those daughters that accomplish miracles
While I search for fuel in strangers to make it to the moon
There are those daughters
And then there is me

A picture framed from pain
Brightened from negativity in a tin
Forced to be sold for more than its worth
That's the life she lives
Abstained from hope, forcefully on hold
With sweet lies to hold, but yet its cold
That's the life she lives
And with prayers grown in every word
No kingdom above has claimed her call
While many serpents shed new lives
She's stagnant in what may be right
That's the life she lives
And for the many souls she turns to for love
A profit they want from the little she owns
But at the end of it all
That's the life she lives
Without need for hope concealed by dormant love

3RD SEPTEMBER, 2020
HE DID IT AGAIN
HE MADE ME A ***** FOR HURT
SHAMED MY SOUL FOR BEING ALIVE
AND GAVE ME A WORD TO HOLD
DEATH IS MY WORD
IT WILL BE TILL TIME KNOWS OF ITS CALL
3RD SEPTEMBER, 2020
I WAS ALIVE, BUT THEN I DIED

AND THEN DEATH BECAME MY WORLD
AND THEN I BECAME WHOLE

FOR WHAT SHOULD LIFE THROW
IF NOT LOVE OR WORTH
WHAT SHOULD I HOLD IF NOT LOVE TO CALL MY OWN
I SAY ENOUGH, IS ENOUGH
ENOUGH IS MORE THAN ENOUGH
AND WEALTH IS HEAVIER THAN LUST
SO HOME I GO TO THE LORD I KNOW
AND MAYBE HE MIGHT OPEN A DOOR
FOR A SINNER WITHOUT A SOUL

I have a stepmother
One with intuition,
To know where I hurt
To know how I hurt
And to see that I hurt
She’s keen on holding such knowledge only to hurt my powers
I was loving
Now I’m scared
I was happy
Now I’m loosing faith
I was me
Now I’m growing to be
Someone I’ve never seen
I have a stepmother
And it isn’t easy
I doubt miracles and go blind looking for life
I’m weak with every new day I seek
I’m lost with every step I take
I have a stepmother
So I know, what not having love is all about
I know what anger and hate is all about
I know a lot more, but I’m not sure if I can continue on
I have lived only for being alive
I have grown for there’s no other option allowed
I have become because I have a stepmother
And it’s the only way out

The dark man has always entice me
Never short of flavor
Never lacking etiquette
And never impotent towards a woman’s heart
With melanin so pure
I wonder what more do they have in store.
Even with systematic abuse
They have stood firm in being the greatest creation ever produced
Racism forges hate towards their race, but many do see what a waste it would be
To hate and discriminate
The dark man’s race
For what crime have they commit
That differs from what we all have did
The dark man is my wish
And surely it should be your wish.