I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
                                        Maya Angelo
And here I am, born on a little lovely island
Seizing every single opportunity that pops
by, as I learn that I am one of the embodiment
of the Dreams and the Hopes of some
thousands female slaves... In contrast to
Maya, I will not use "the slave", but I
will rather say some thousands female
Who found themselves under the yoke of
slavery... Finding themselves chained,
beaten, *****, killed, abused, hurt, denied
of their rights and freedom. Me, I rise, I rise
full of pride of who I am, coloured, melting
in the multi-cultural *** or Republic... Affirming
myself aloud with vehemence, I rise. Showing my
curls, and ***** hair, wearing my simples dress.
Accepting my curves, I rise... With humility,
following the purpose that God has laid in me!
I rise... As for now the voice of Maya reading
this poem shall always and till the day I die
resound in my heart, spread through my veins,
giving vigour to my every *****, "I AM THE
DREAM AND THE HOPE OF THE SLAVE.
I RISE. I RISE. I RISE."

We kind of like get to know each other
By a wonderful hazard just like only
Heaven could have arranged it, Only
few steps side by side was enough to make
my heart go high, and my star shine bright
And my desires without borders, feeling a
love without measure...
See I am kind of like be tempted
Each time I kind of like come across you
Each time I kind of Like get to see you
Each time we kind of like be in the
same room
Walk and walk some more steps with me
Shall you never let me go, shall you never
let me fall,
Walk and walk some more steps with me
Shall the dream be ongoing, and our stars keep
on shining...

Each tear that I drop
In my misery, reminds me
of the lost of my Mother.
Making me feel even more
miserable than I could ever be...

Who says that you have to be
A singer, a writer or a poet
In order for you to be an artist
I believe that every human beings
Are artists and the platform onto
which they perform are their
daily lives, with their audiences being
their relatives, their partners and
co-workers, friends, parents and
whoever they rub with on a daily basis.
So here we go artists, trying to perform
properly, correctly, in a way so as not
to deceive our audiences, trying to fit
in, trying to meet their expectations of us,
Accepted is what we want to be, like the
others, yet not all of us will be of the normal
artists, some of the different ones, you might
be born handicapped, sick, or just different,
and this according to your audience, but
don't let their expectations define you, don't
let their acceptable norms direct you. For
as long as you are not harming whoever, you have
to perform your own happy life too. Even if you
have to lose some audiences!