Never be like some coloring book: written and drawn on,
ruined then passed on;
by multiple people threw out the years....
Your life deserves more..
Be like an entire book series:
Fulfilled with depth and glory,
Surviving great falls and peaks;
You are the author and only you can choose....
To inspire greatness and growth,
Or to bow and admit defeat;
But only you, have the power to choose....
twenty one pilots
aren't you forgetting something?
the twenty second second
second from the one
one you forgot
the twenty second ammend-ment
meant a lot
to the twenty second pilot
twenty two pilots doesn't sound about as right though
stuck in the shadows
waters so shallow
swallow the bitterness
betterness isn't a word apparently
twenty second pilot take a taxi cab
I never really felt alive
Until I watched Olivia Pope do it
She stood in the sun
From the very core of my being,
to the very last strand of my mane
I am African
Yes, from Africa
Not the Africa of starving children
Certainly not the Africa of women deprived of voting rights
nor the adoption hub of the rich and famous
that is your Africa, not ours.
yes, our Africa
Is a developing child, constantly, incessantly ridiculed,
reminded of its inability to walk,
but see how it crawls towards the mark,
feel the steady beat of its hurting heart,
Isn't that a sign of vitality?
Isn't that the very beat that keeps mother earth alive?
Yes I am African from Africa
The Africa the world wont tell you about
The Africa that sheds a tear everyday and says;
" dear world, see me for who i am,
no, not through the lens of a misguided camera,
see me through the lens..
of a telescope"
"I planted peaches and apples
but ate only the seeds...i mean..the poison,
gladly tossing the fruit away"
as in introspection
i look at all the poison growing around me
not far away is my little watering can
the one with which i had happily watered all the poison
and now..and now it is in full bloom
poison was the words that proceeded out of his mouth
every statement a measure of cyanide
calculated cunningly for everyday of my existence
and willingly i drank from my cup
he rolls his tongue and spews forth the venom,
the venom that would be the end of me
"focus focus" my mind screams
but i can't
i cant hold on to the very dreams that held me together in days bygone
how dare you accuse yourself of such ?
Did you tell him to lace the compliments with arsenic?
but no answers
before i utter a word today i ask myself, am I offering this person apple seeds or the apple itself? is this the peach or the peach pit?
love will offer the apple and the peach