Dear you its me
Its been a while since we talked
I know sometimes life gets hard
Sometimes things don't make sense
Nor do they add up
Sometimes you feel like giving up
Sometimes you don't feel the will
You feel like death is calling
But you keep pushing
I want to assure you I will never leave you
I will forever be beside you
I will motivate you
Untill things get better
And definately death do us apart

This is not the life I planned of living
When I was in my caring mother's womb
Like a flowing river,I keep changing direction
Yesterday I was straightedge
Today I am a drunkard
The wine and whiskey I saw on Television
Are now brewed in my backyard
And fermented inside my aging stomach
Born in the ninety's
I grew up not socialising with women
Like a confession l keep changing
Yesterday I was a monk
Today I am a womanizer
The females I used to admire
Now satisfy my desires

I can't describe the happiness I felt
When your mom told me she was pregnant
Yes you were unplanned
But to me you were a blessing
I loved you before I met you
Made scenarios in my head
How happy I could be with you
I knew we were on the same page
You couldn't wait to see the world
You imagined how caring your mom was
And how life on earth was like
One day your mother was emotional
She was planning to get rid of you
You overheard their discussion with the doctor
You were very happy and joyful
For this is the moment you have been waiting for
You wanted to see your mom very much
Once gotten rid of from the dark environment
She took some pills as prescribed
After sometime strange things happened
You heard a sharp piercing in your ear
Next it was your stomach and intestines
Looking helpless and aimless
You wondered what you did to deserve all this pain
Little did you know it was your last breath
I expected you to come in human form
But you came in blood clot form
I have kept your bones
And only imagine how pretty you could have been
If only you were allowed to be born

The world is aging
It's years are increasing
Goodbye 2016
The year filled with
Doubts and bad choices
How can Britain exit?
How can America vote for trump?
How can Zambia re-elect Lungu?
Zuma and Rousseff are corrupt
Ali,Castro and King Adulyadej are dead
Is this not the Apocalypse of
The downfall of humanity
And good morals?
In a few days this world
Will be turning 2017 years old
On the first everybody will celebrate
But for the bad choices made
No body knows
What the year has for them
That's why I entitled
This poem untitled 2017.

I
What is Racism?
But a notion
That has existed
For centuries
Trying to divide us
You are white
And happy
I'm black
And i'm happy too
   II
What is skin?
But a covering
To our similarities
Beyond the flesh
lies our similarities
We all consist of
Same skeleton
Same muscles
And same blood colour
   III
Beyond the flesh
Is our true identity
No matter how different
We think we are
We are all the same
Beyond the flesh.

She trusted you with her heart
She was proud of you
She was loyal to you
But you decided to break her heart
You cared less of her scar
Now she's happily married
And you're stranded like a *******
Where are the women you left her for?