How do I explain all the events that has transpired. The guilt the shame can I ever recover from a tragedy such as this? Where did I go wrong thinking I could win in a game built with lies. I feel so broken from guilt tearing me apart from the inside. My digestive system is all out of order. The sluggish feeling is so overwhelming I can barely hold my head up. Let me try to drink some water with hope to detox my organs. I became victim of a milk challenge and the guilt alone will ruin my image.
Month: April 2019
Writers Glory
A challenge if I must say
To excuse a notion that only I can express
Reflections of myself is so easy to confess
Simply write a song without a rhythm
Can one compare to skipping while music plays as a hymn
How can I relate to the symphony if there is no tone
I simply look in the mirror with joy in my heart
Confessing with the English language
Accepting the Challenge
I enjoy the thrill of exercising my right
The liberty to showcase my skills is my best asset
With my eyes asleep I write with my heart beat
Delicacy
My most favorite dessert or should I say a diversion when I feel like spoiling myself. Sugary nonsense defined as a sin depending on the delicacy of what is forbidden. How can I desire something knowing it deferential to my existence. I might as well of had a cognac so diverted on the effects of pollution sustaining my essence. Must I present elegance knowing I represent I higher standard. Filled with love I freely reciprocate grace. A mere perishable commodity that’s been given free will. So my confession will admit the truth it was I who ate the strawberry cake.
Who am I
I wonder if my skin color determines how you perceive my Identity
Never allowing me the opportunity to present my own natural Beauty
Tell me my how my heritage will always define my Ethnicity
From your perception and outlook of Equality
And as night turns to dark I will rise with the Sun
Explaining the creativity of my Complexity
Tell me why my existence doesn’t matter in the land of the Free
And
I’ll submit to your will until I’m able to imitate the Truth
Tell me my history explains my Identity
And
I’ll recreate how you see Me
Tell me you didn’t understand my story until you read my Autobiography
And
I’ll tell you I’ve been here all along it was how you viewed Me
Tell me I was created as a Gift
From a source greater than your Predijuce Thoughts
And
While Praising His Holy Name
I must Confess with my Tongue
Not my will but His and His Alone
I’ll tell you I surrendered and became a Living Sacrifice
The mere image of my Reflection has nothing to do with what you See
All of who I am, is who He created me to Be
The Beauty of my Complexion can be defined in more shades than One
A Chameleon of Complicity best defines how the World describes Me.
But I deserve More I’m FREE
Beauty
I wonder if my skin color determines how you see me
Never allowing me the opportunity to present my own natural Beauty
Tell me my how my heritage will always define my Ethnicity
From your perception and outlook of Equality
And as night turns to dark I will rise with the Sun
Explaining the creativity of my Complexity
Tell me why my existence doesn’t matter in the land of the Free
I’ll submit to your will until I’m able to imitate the Truth
You don’t know Me
The Beauty of my Complexion can be defined in more shades than One
Birds
The season is changing
It’s in the air
Ace of hearts look remarkable this time of year
Red birds dancing across the sky
Is poetic to a dreamer who visualizes fairytales with happy endings
Looking out the window I see birds playing in a puddle left by a light shower
Reminiscing on the innocence of love
Capturing each moment as if it’s the first time done
Birds are remarkable at making us believe the impossibilities of the world
Look there’s another one a blue bird just nested itself above
I guess winter is over and Spring has begun