Sometime love feels like...
uncomfortable feelings sitting in your stomach
Uneasy thoughts in your mind
Forcing you to hold on to painful thoughts
Of what it would be like to not be loved
Just sometimes love doesn't feel like love
It feels like darkness swarming your soul
Needles pearsing your heart
As your lovers fingertips squeeze out all emotions
Leaving you drained of all feelings
Sometimes just sometimes love does not feel like love

Oh mother land
How I miss you
You gave me life
And blessed me with culture
Baptized me in tradition
Nurtured me in love
Sweet Africa, sweet Africa
How I love you

Me and my poetry make love
And birth metaphors
We flirt with words and make new alphabets
Gambling on emotional expressions
While reaching written aspirations
we share sensation, desperation, dedication
While searching for deep emotional satisfaction  
sometimes we cry together
Other times we smile together
when it's all said and done we know we will die together
just me and my poetry....

Love me weak
Love me strong
Love me blind
Love me hurt
Love me ugly
Love me *****
Love me clean
Love me good
Love me bad
whatever you do don't stop loving me
Let this love be unconditional
Untouchable, untamable, uncontrollable and most importantly understandable

Just before the sun greets my black skin
I sit in silence and embrace the day
Searching for what's within
Before the madness begins
At this time my soul knocks on heavens gates
Thanking God for another day
Praying he protects my family and friends

A good cry changes lives
Simply letting out emotions
Instead of holding them in
And dying from within

Don't you know that
Festering souls hold on to solid emotions
While sinking in black holes
Fornacating with anger and birthing depression
Complex thoughts twist our brain cells
Forcing us to never excel out of emotional hell
Hiding behind our perception
We act like showing a sign of weakness is taboo
In a society where pain builds up to hurt you
Confused, misused and abused
we let our emotions stay locked in a room
and Pride is the locksmith