My love...

My heart carries you
Wherever I go
My mind thinks of you
Day and night
I lay in my bed
And dream of you
Africa my love

My womb carries your seed
I fervently protect you
Like a hen on her chicks
I want to sit and cover you
I look at your scars and bleed
I look at your marks and weep
Why have they done this to you

The beat of my heart
Speaks of you
The rhythm in my ribs
Drums your name
I know, when I die
My flesh will feed you soil
That way death does not victor

The soles of my feet
Feel your roughness
The beat of my heart
Feels your cry
The tingling of my skin
Hears your screamns
I lay awake all night
Thinking of you

I was born to love you
Made to adore you
Raised to know you
Grew to appreciate you
I was made for you
And you for me...

Being me

Its hard to be me
When me is hidden
Behind so many layer of pretense
Pretense being a cover
Protection from taunters
Who have over the years
Taught me its wrong to be me

I am happy when I'm me
Me making sense of me
And the world that sorrounds me
And laws made by men for men

Breaking free
While my soul struggles
Behind cages built
By me and my law makers
Breaking free, breaking free

Rattling the cage
That has imprisoned me
Loosening those bounds
Severing those ropes
Tearing the cobwebs
Yes, breaking free
Breaking free, breaking free

Like Samson of the bible
Testing boundaries that conform
Restrict, rule and dominate
Breaking free

Defying Death

Death does not faze me
It is too predictable to scare
Death is not a thief
It happens too often to surprise

Always lurking on the outskirts
Circling the bonds of loved ones
Looking to take and intimidate

Death is a lousy lie
Taking breath but leaving the body
Death is a pathetic cheat
Taking but never giving back

A brand new start

A brand new start
Not removed from the past
Like any from of art
With dashes of the past and present
Like any form of gift
With traces of the future

A brand new start
Not away of escaping the past
But a redoing part
Bolding those blue and thinning that red
Reviewing and aligning
A brand new perspective

A fresh new beginning
With energised and aired redoing
Removing that brick there and putting in fittings
Replacing this with that and it looks new
Sweeping hidden places and re-checking the overlooked
The fresh smell of domestos with handy-andy

A brand new me
The old new me
All mixed up in one, me