Black man dead and we still counting
Hands to the sky asking to move mountains
But even preachers lose patience
Lost hope, Church seats left vacant
We see lives lost with shots fired
So many tears, we mourn tired
A black life is a dark night
It's all bleak and you may never see the light
Pistols and prayers
On the minds of grieving gangsters
It's why they blow the high and hope to die
When coppers turn to robbers
And steal the lives of our brothers
Then turn around like they can't be bothered
All lives matter except the blacks murdered
There's home in Africa, We feel your burden
Different places but still blessed with the same faces
So God willing, we can stand to face this

LITTLE WOMAN.

Another day, I must get paid
No shame, No shade, I live to get laid
I ain't no doctor or scholar
Just a little woman raising her daughter
And I tell her big girls don't cry
For a man or else pluck both eyes
I came from nothing, Mama was a beggar
Can't respect my hustle, Call me homewrecker
They left their wives for my bed of lies
I don't judge a client, I just do the time
Dark rooms, light moods, I hold my meetings
Don't worry boo, I keep a secret
Your words are precious as a holy prayer
They said Mr preacher, won't you save her?
He called me Jezebel, Daddy spared my rod
Night vigil in a hotel, Praise the Lord
I was on my knees, Not the fear of God
That's the cost of sin a girl can afford
Play the game, If he like it, I love it
Tell him I can't get enough of it
Can't stain my pride, It's not yours to tarnish
Nothing to hide, I put the ** in honest.

OBSESSED

I hoped it was just a bad dream
A script with countless sad scenes
Mirror on the wall, Tell me that i'm obsessed
Before I break you to **** my demons but still possessed
Play our favourite song so I can turn it off
Say you hate me so I can shut you up
I hope you try to forgive and you try to forget
Trust that if you can't remember, You can't regret
We're at odds trying to get even
I'll watch your back just to stab it, Cuts still bleeding
You say your skin crawls every time you touch me
You suffocate every time you hug me?
Don't you think I hear the whispers? "what they have is abusive"
Because you wear makeup to hide the bruises
I guess this hurts you more than it hurts me
But the truth is we're both hurting

I see beauty in the pain like flowers on a grave
Bear my sins on my sleeves and never be ashamed
Should have prayed like a preacher but temptation was always sweeter
The other woman was looming, Sooner you had to meet her
But home is where the heart is and mine is never furnished
Heartbroken like glass shards  melted in a furnace
Stare at the night sky, Praying for patience
Wish we were lovers in the dark, Just hasty and nameless
Never drunk in love again, No chance of relapsing
Rather drown in my regrets, Barely gasping
My mind is distant with no plan of returning
Just try to read the letter before you burn it
Sometimes love worsens before it's worth it
So make me the last mistake you fall in love with.

I miss your face
The way your lips curl in when you smile
And your eyes light up when you speak
Each word you utter falls gently on my skin
Lightly caressing me, touching me
Leaving me.
I miss your voice
I've called your mobile phone
So many times, just to hear it once more
Your voicemail saying "please call back"
And I do, over and over, waiting patiently for you
But there's still no answer.
I miss your love
You embraced me on the bad days
And fought away memories of my mistakes
Loved me through the times I destroyed myself
You saved me from jumping in front of a train
And let me cry in your arms.
I miss your presence
They say ghosts never leave you
If they have unfinished business
But our love isn't over, so where are you hiding
Between the time of death and the goodbyes I said
I still remember your lips replying, "I love you".
I'm sitting at your grave
Missing every inch of you,
Even the parts of you that you left in me
Have gone missing and I feel like an Incompleted jigsaw
I have found it so hard to keep living,
My heart stopped beating the moment yours did
So why am I still living in a world without you
I miss every part of you, so **** much.

I cut myself again tonight
And my skin parted like the Red Sea
I am Moses.
I cut open my inside thigh
Hiding my disease, so no one could see,
Looks can be deceiving.

I covered my wounds with plasters;
Envying the way plasters hid pain,
Much Better than I did.
I took care of my wounds
Incase of infection, so I would never have to explain
Why my thighs cracked like volcanoes.

I drew thick safety lines
Thick enough to block out feelings
This is apathy.
I became reborn every morning
After baptising in my holy tears
God will receive me.

I had no faith to walk over the waters
Terrified that the waters would drown me
I am Peter.
I keep self sacrificing, hanging myself on the cross
For my sins that I can't stop committing
I am Jesus,
Or is this blasphemy?

Drawing blank pages when my thoughts are crowded
Every step I take, the same person will doubt it
It's God's gift when I put my pain to paper
But these days, The mirror reveals a stranger
Had the Midas touch now it's writer's block
Hard to guard my heart when i'm fighting lust
Every face I gaze, I have no mind to trust
Every girl that I loved is every bridge that I burned
Time is a jewel that you lose or keep precious
My times now are more sins and less confessions
My dreams are silhouettes, only dark thoughts
My mind fears what the heart wants
To live and die young, If only I could help it
take these as my last words, the eulogy's poetic.