I was afraid to fly
Spread my wings high in the sky
Exceed my limits and defy
All the boundaries on my mind
I was afraid to fly

I was incapable of believing
That one day I will be the dream I was feeding
I thought congratulations were only in order when succeeding
But I woke up today and for that, I'm cheering

I thought therefore I was
I thought that I didn't need a cause
A reason
A force
I thought therefore I was
I thought therefore I am

I switched gears and unleashed my fears
I challenged my mind and my soul
I broke mental barriers and chains
That told me I was not worthy as a whole

I grieved as though you were the one
But time, knowledge, and experience taught me it was a chapter of the plan
A plan I am in control of
A plan I wear as a boxing glove
To fight for what I deserve and what I'm worthy of

I switched gears
I switched the was to persevere
I thought therefore I was
I thought therefore I am

"You always have so much to say in your poems, how come you quiet now?"
I'll tell you why
It's because,
I shift the words in my tongue to my paper,
It's because,
I marinate it well enough in my feelings for you to see a clear picture
I then watch and hear the "I relate to this so much, you couldn't have said it better"
Claps and snaps here and there almost as if it's a pastor reading a scripture
I thank you and tell you I appreciate your feedback
I watch you depart, and only wonder,
You still want my response to the questions you ponder?

Fate is a cunning act
It can bring you beautiful things
Yet sometimes leave you feeling attacked!
In a world of no balance between minimal and maximal effort,
I find myself fighting the truth of the matter and the beautified lie!
Wherever I turn, a knife is stuck on someone's back
Leaving them paralyzed and sadly attacked
Fate brings friends together
Teaches them that patience is a virtue
Later strikes and speed!
Fatally, grasping away happiness which was a pursuit
So why believe in fate, when it can bring beautiful things
But it's a cunning act?

Its art was so intense and intriguing
They named it deep!
Deep was its soul
Deep was its colour
Deep was its intensity!

Beautiful yet undervalued
Generous yet undermined!
So beautiful it irrigates the fields,
Assertively, gorging its four ends

Diverse cultures and religions it combined,
Uniting my residents it signed!
Black, White, Yellow or Brown, I shall leave no skin colour behind!

Young East African, I defined myself
In a Northern Sudanese tribe is where I content myself!
A Muslim Sudanese female, I elucidated myself,
Capable of fighting my black I confided in myself!

Privileged enough to stand for my rights
Thankfully never had to experience being held against my rights!
Stereotypically speaking, I shouldn't be granted my rights
But religion and culture protected my rights!

In this enormous land of green,
I learned how to be diversity competent,
North, South, East & West,
Different traditions and nationalities it held
I learned how it is viewed in the world and how it views the world,
Respect for its land and people is all it offered and asked for.
Nothing less than powerful & privileged it made me!

"My Africa" I called it,
With my heart, soul and mind I solely protected it!
I am proud of my culture and heritage!
I am confident that I will achieve with red, black, white & green colours
I am African!
It's my name!
It's my language!
It's my blood!
It's my rhythm!

There's simplicity in being nameless
There's fun in being a mystery
There's uniqueness in being the special thought

I can use codes and letters and nicknames to describe you,
But I'd be labelling you...
I can use codes and letters and nicknames to describe you,
But I'd be exposing you...
I could...use codes and letters and nicknames to describe you
But I'd have others smiling with me in the thought of you!

You're my own...
You're the peaceful thought to my distorted mind
You're the light in my eyes that stays shined
If I were to describe it, I'd say it wasn't love at first sight, it was soul at first sight

I read the quote "people say that eyes are windows to the soul" and the only eyes I imagined seeing are yours
In them, I feel safe
In them I see love
In them, I'm at peace

Losing your way is like losing track of time!
Not realizing all the hours that fly by is the same as walking down an unending path
We sometimes tend to take our paths for granted!
We aimlessly walk around
We see new corridors of life
Some that shouldn't necessarily encounter us!
We continue walking though
The clock ticks and we keep crossing
Each corridor holds a meaningful lesson
We learn it and move on to the next one
The lesson of yesterday's corridor, eases the walk on tomorrow's one
As we walk, we plan
As we plan, we apply
As we apply, we admire
And the cycle continues till we shut down