Your dark skin
Is pure and undiluted
Wonderful and not in need of explanation
It is wholesome and enough

Don't be like the Plantain tree
That rips it's leaves as though it has had a violent lover
Be like the Iroko tree
Tall and intimidating
As people sweat at its splendor
May they sweat at yours

I know
That even as the rain swallows the ground whole
There are still those that still try to plant their feet somehow somewhere

Dear rude advertisers,
Stop advertising yourself on someone else's piece,
Like the creator put all the blood sweat and tears into their work and it's not for you to just pop in and try to profit from that regardless of whether the creator has a large following or not, it is still extremely annoying.

Be courteous,
If you really want to promote yourself there are decent ways of doing so, privately message the creator, be nice and express yourself properly instead of trying to feed off someone else's energy and hard work. I repeat, it is annoying.

Everything is talking
You're either talking to yourself
Or you're talking to the world
If you love
You talk
If you hate
You talk
A good experience
You talk
A bad experience
You talk.
All, everything of this universe this dimension and most likely the next is based on communication, one way or another and talking does not always mean words, it can be actions, signs, designs. We talk, through our art, eyes, lies, fears, desires, fantasies and , ore. And I'm beginning to understand how fundamental it is for us to keep talking, even though it would be extremely yard for us to stop in the first place

I was tired
So you carried me on your back
But all the while you let my feet drag on the floor
But I was too numb from fatigue to feel it

******* is what you say to me
You're feeding me crap everyday single day
But yet, I still eat
With my eyes closed
No where to go.

******* is what you say to me
Your lies just roll of your tongue like a symphony