We.
Were thrown together
So much pressure
That coal became diamonds
We were the shouts
Breaking through the silence
Saying
"Why should there be violence
Against my own brother? He does not looks like me. He is black, white, brown, he is red, purple, he is green. He is still my brother."
We.
Are leaves of a shaking tree
Different branches
But we all still feel the wind, the adversity
We
Are white walls painted all shades
From ivory to ebony
We
Are diversity.
We
Are unity.

I am not a presenter
Wheeze coughing
I'm the
The center
Of a hurricane
On stage
Sitting standing hating every second
Can't stop
Shaking
I'm stressing
That u might ask me any questions
When did words
Feel started feeling like knives pressing
Against my Adam's apple
Glass is empty not half full
Of concentrated juice
What's the use
In speaking
If I can't get through to you
I'm not a presenter

Remember that only half the fault is mine
No, it does not justify
My actions, but your reactions
Are completely dependent on you
Choose to be
Angry
Disappointed
Confused
Frustrated
All are fine
But please remember
Only half the fault is mine

She. Is awkward like broken English. Good intentions but can't hold a conversation from start to finish. She speaks in soliloquies. And because of this I see her in me. Daughter. Sweet child. Remember that your laugh - is like waking up from a beautiful dream. You are a memory. Of fireworks and flash photography. Reminding us that life. Can. Be. Wonderful.
But. Only if you step outside that box. Comforting others is impossible behind a door that is locked. She. Hold cosmos behind her eyes. I just know it. An intergalactic mind. She just doesn't show it.
To my daughter.
I love you.

She. Hides stars behind her eyes
I just know it. An intergalactic mind she just doesn't show it. When suddenly the cosmos start slipping. But her words dripping with depression. A constellation of aggression. No confession to her own repression of pain. Never has she looked the same. A celestial child never meant to be seen so widely. No space in time for the words she rhymes so idly. Wildly she reaches for another drink. Maybe this time she'd find some time to think.

I look left
To find what's right
In front of me
Nothing left to see
But confusion
A delusion
A dream
Soft like a cactus
Disastrous in the wrong hands
Or any
One cut
Or plenty
Of seconds wasted
Being busy doing nothing

With a mouth full of laughter
I spit this vernacular
It's spectacular
To see your jaw drop a mile wide
Ain't no place to hide
So seek this

I'm a like a cactus underwater
A wet martyr
Went so much farther
Cause my flow so wet
with rhymes that dent
When they hit skin
Let that sink in
Deep within
Where I'm damagin'
You
No excuse