I still see you as a little girl,
With your whole life ahead.
But now, you are missing,
Becoming a statistic instead.
At not yet 14, you are out roaming the streets, 
drinking. and. only God knows what drugs you are taking,
You are somehow finding comfort there than at home, beneath your sheets. 
Come home, Coco, we are missing you,
Come home, Coco, these teen ways are not you.
I know when your mum and dad split,
It split you too.
But come home, Coco, with love
And with better choices, your true life can be found.

When I asked my mum
What she sees when she looks at me,
She gently replied: “My girl!”
Such warmth filled my heart.
With those words,
Such a visceral response received.
Is that what truth and joy feel like?



Love.

he was looking at them
searching for answers
but all he could see
was their vacancy;
their eyes hollow and shallow,
he ceased.
his dreams evaporated,
and his spirit deceased.

Here I was thinking
I looked all dapper:
With my cream pants,
Cteam top with a woven stitch waver,
And my cream suit jacket.

My royal blue glasses
Shielding my eyes from the rays of the morning sun,
But a small nick to my pinky finger
Left blood stains a run…

We all walk around life
With our pains imprinted in our skin,
And sometimes clothing.
As much as we try to hide in,
Wash away impurities,
We are left stained --
With life.

I put on Jean Paul Gautier for women this morning,
but the pungent that befell on me was cut grass,
From the house next door,
freshly mowed this morning.
As I waited for my lift to work,
The smell permeated my skin
And my inner being;
A fresh start to my day!

Come,
Dip your toes in,
Delight in the silky cold
That refreshes both
Body and spirit.
Notice how your breath
Gasps, reciprocally stiflingly 
and in liberation.
Come and enjoy
The simplicity.