the battle wall blockin privacy from the right to know
is falling cause of this thing called love
now that I love you
you mean to tell me that my heart isn't mine
and that my life is no longer personal
tucked away in the safe havens of privacy
the place between free to be and liberated without permission
that I must ask permission from you
cause of this thing called love
I was told loved was liberating but why do I feel in chained by you
enslaved by you
to make your every wish my command
a hostage to this love thang
I just do not know why I must sacrifice my privacy
you demand to know who I am where I been AND WHERE I AM GOING
And sometimes I just want to say mind your own business
but I can't
cause its all about this love thang
the thing that people get in fights for
and cry for stayed in fucked up situations
the thing they lied for and damn near would have died for
love is not about possesion but I guess it is what happens after obsession
which is just a rude realistic synonym for this thing called love
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
found
My hand alone can take captive of the sun place it in my womb and birth the kind of light that illuminates the darkness
I can take seeds into my bosom and hold them so close that warmth of my heart inspires them to bloom
At first glance you see my aura as it penetrates lost souls
They become found with one stare and life is reflected again
They say life is but a dream and nothing is what it seems
While they await for history to repeat they will repeat history as my ascension is maintained
The sounds that come from my mouth command my cipher to act accordingly to its demand
When the moon greets me I rest in the silence of the earth
Digesting the sun for supper and life births from the womb as the moon reflecting nfr
May you all be rising stars, infinite beings, the light navigating your path
to my (r)evolutionaries you are my rising stars
I can take seeds into my bosom and hold them so close that warmth of my heart inspires them to bloom
At first glance you see my aura as it penetrates lost souls
They become found with one stare and life is reflected again
They say life is but a dream and nothing is what it seems
While they await for history to repeat they will repeat history as my ascension is maintained
The sounds that come from my mouth command my cipher to act accordingly to its demand
When the moon greets me I rest in the silence of the earth
Digesting the sun for supper and life births from the womb as the moon reflecting nfr
May you all be rising stars, infinite beings, the light navigating your path
to my (r)evolutionaries you are my rising stars
KUWA
KUWA means to be in KiSwahili
To be bold like the trees
To be a yayo cause that is my position
To be liberated because my mind holds no shackles
To be NFR with an aura that reflects ra
To be able to speak as silently and loud as nature
To be a spiritul being in a surreal existence
To be able to hear Africas cry
To be able to hear my great great grandmothers song in the joys and sorrows of my being
To be able to see who I am and not a physical reflection in the mirror
To be willing to accept only what is meant for me
To be in solitude and in wisdom
To be awake and without fear of walking my path
To be able to hear my ancestors
To be able to not do what they do
To be a creative immaculate reflection of the divine
To be willing to speak
To be willing to be silenced
To be humbled
To be peaceful in knowing I am the creation and the creator
To write my own play and not just play a part
To be one with MA'AT
To be more than my name
To be more than definable
To be comfortably undefinable is to be me
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