Lies and lust
Acts and aesthetics

Sitting here cramped with confusion
Jumping to conclusions in the dumps of the worst

Surely not me
Not now
Not before x and y
I love you still
And do not regret the feels
But remember that this is a situation and a manifestation
responding to my desperate cry for the sensitivity of my soul
I am blessed to feel as though I have been spoken
And have the power to navigate
Educate and reciprocate emotions
I sit in empathies I have never cradled before

Nobody wants to hire me
Simplicity is uninspiring
It cripples me
as above God and my family it is what enlightens me
The counting days inside has me unknown to who I live
I am shackled by the education I once loved to eat
Dressed in numbness
Drawing hopeless
Consuming loneliness
Somehow I'm still here

...

At least, the sun is shining
New love is trying
And my hair is whispering hope, wisdom and patience despite this

Deceived, we all are
Until we see the light and all the shadows are gone.

Now I know true brightness I often see others believe the shadows and shapes of what’s not there.

Funny how this world is made blind by the dark to pretend it is the light that stops them from seeing.

Now I see

I enjoy and bask in the true light and hold the linen bag with gratitude while the grains of time inevitably mists through peacefully.

Before I could not stand the sound of sand hitting the cold hard ground
I would ignore its appearance and trance past it by mentally muffling the noise.

I stand glad now that I can watch and listen content as each glassy piece dusts the floor and be satiated in my grip on that linen bag named life.

When you say it as it is
Unadulterated by what has been
The queer flavour is enriched and
Many layers come to fruit

A taste and scent I know

I look in the mirror
I wonder who I see
I perceive and see back the eyes of my ancestors
Who and how many
As time goes on. As I meet persons whom evoke and revive some.
It becomes clearer but more crowded
Who do I follow
Who do I remember
Who do I forget
How do I honour them
How do I respect

In my food
In my hair
In my skin and in my breath
All I know are banana leaves and how the smell and taste

Ever since i saw the colourism
ive been trippin
just like colonisim we been forced
feelins
thinking were doing good like propaganda
this is just all fan fiction
i think were forgetting what we should be demandin
everytime i look back i feel wrong
you let a dark skinned brother
plug his gram;
rejecting a mixed sister
talkin about the plight of
the black man
too bad we here looking dumb singing the same ******* song
in reality we all are in the ****** wrong.

I’m tired
I want to never wake up
My Mind Is gone
Body mangled
Love lost
I am a carcass on life support