I paint and revive different spirits with the rhythm of my words and the beat of my echo that settles in the mind of the needy.

I present in my palm  words in the form of music notes and a key to unlock a room that's colour painted with energy, music and freedom.

I dwell within the hearts of my beloved as a prophetess, casting all the heartaches , infected streams and rivers that flows through their souls.

My words calm the distractive massacres occurring within their unpainted, dry and ashy bodies.

I  breathe light and wisdom to dark abandoned tunnels full of green ogres and lively creatures .

My lyrics contracts and form an artistic paint brush. It paints both humans and towns with world peace, unity and love.

Lyrics of a young poet ululate on top of hills  and walks a steep journey to the high end mountains and caves of our ancestors.

My words are dark skinned. They are firm and stand between riots and wars holding up a tight fist in the air.

I speak words in the form of music notes that rest underneath the soil of the earth. Words that resurrect those who are still and paint verbal art pieces to the unfortunate ones who can't hear my art work.

-lyrics of a poet.