She's proud to be African,
She has no bleaching plan,
Her focus is on life,
She doesn't want to live in strife,
She works hard,
Her life isn't centered on finding a man to keep her,
She believes there's more to life;like chasing her dreams and inspiring lives,

There's new hope on the things we do
new hope on all that we go through
to let us know we're not alone

There's new hope in another day
and in all that we can say
to brighten someone else's way

There's new hope in each morning sun
to remind us where we have gone
through this journey that has only just begun

There's new hope even through the pain
new hope through a rainbow after the rain
to get us through another tomorrow

There's new hope in the time we borrow
so wipe the tears and drown your sorrow
and let new hope take your troubles away
Spiritwind ©2016

Love!
Love like it's the last day
you are allowed to breathe.
Dream!
Dream like madmen
lunatics running in the streets
dream like children
wanting to touch the sky
with their paper wings.
Feel the air entering your skin
run, jump, scream,
watch the sunsets
talk to the moon
feel the rain
cry if you must,
laugh
travel to unknown places,
don't listen to the ones who tell you
that you're not supposed to dream,
touch horizons
enjoy the stars
and the sleepless nights.
look around to things tomorrow you might not have.
dance,
dance like crazy people
the way trees dance with the wind
dance
but don't forget to hear the music.
Life is a song
hear its melody
before the silence breaks in.

Bleeding is my heart
Restless are my pulses
Torn apart are my veins
Broken is my heart

My poor soul
Longing for peace
My empty mind
Longing for answers
My hurting wounds
Longing to be healed

Yet,  It's about time
No words for me
For the abundance
Of tears tells my feelings
And the sad face
Is my inner part
Goodbyes were never
My favourite part of
Of the chapter

Missing you already

Under the moonlight, I understood
why darkness asked for my company
or why the stars were winking at me
each dreamless night.
I knew of my existence not as a human
but as a child of the moon, as a child born from mystery.
I bore my name and I spoke it
not in whispers,
but loudly, with a feeling of belonging
to a universe that showed itself wholly
in my complicated mind,
in my damaged soul,
in the green spark of my eyes,
which encompasses every word I've left unsaid,
in the emotion running smoothly down my cheek
whenever I was thinking of you.