your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign

I feel sick
Rotten to the core
All I want to do is quit
I can't take it any more

Nothing I do will stick
And just makes me feel more sore
I think about ending it
But I can't loose this war

I know there's no trick
To make me feel like I did before
But I'll keep on trying to make some thing fit
Because I believe life has more for me in store

Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
low,
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?

So precious is life
Until it's taken away

Whether by age or disease
Death is a shadow
Hiding in the trees
Waiting to wrap it's claws
Around your soul
Steal you away from Mars, oops I mean Earth

Why do we grieve
When we're supposed to celebrate
Why do we celebrate
When we're supposed to grieve
We hold our composure for the most part

  Then suddenly, it's like we're a work of art
                                                 We   E                     and rage
                                                          ­      X
                                                                ­   PLODE


        Until we don't know ourselves  
That's death c r e e p i n g, l u r k i n g
     Amongst the shadows
Waiting to send you back from once you came!

Reminding you
What's here today
Can be gone tomorrow
Then we'll feel the sorrow, the hurt, the regret
That's just more motivation
To push to enjoy every moment
Take in every breath
  
But you're living is not the same
as others
We're searching for a connect
Reasons to tell us why
How could we be filled with light,
Yet left in the dark?

By faith in Him
And a l l that we must endure
For
Death hides in your footprints
              Just waiting for that day
                                  To allure you away...
                                                         ­              ...

She stands tall.
Shaken by the regime - all the way to a fall.
Still standing firm in her roots,
striving against the cabinet in suite.

She stands tall.
Her roots being hacked at and poisoned,
yet she does not fall.

She does not fall.
Insults hit her heart,
yet she does not begin to stall,
but her heart begins to fall.

She does not fall.
Now she stands taller
like an elegant self-conscious queen,
but with the heart of a mother that no one has ever seen.


Slowly breaking,
She falls.

The abuse has become too much.
Just to name a cause;
It was you with your helpful, root unearthing touch.

RIP Mama Afrika.