Foggy morning
Tall grass
I lay awake
Raindrops covering my face
My roots grow to the sky
As I lie
Reaching to the God I can not see
Foggy morning days
Chill my bones
Foggy morning days
Call me home
And I dare not resist
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Heaven
Some days I crave a sun so bright
Instead of Memphis rain
And people that can say my real name
Some days I feel my skin turning back
A darker shade close to black
And I hear my roots calling me home
But most days I know I am not alone
In feeling so far away from home
We’re all immigrants after all
Waiting for the call
To return to heaven
Walking Desert
I never thought it a desert
Nor did I ever judge the sands
I thought it a home
That I could hold in the palm of my hands
Sticking to my curly hair
And the shoes I wear
I became a walking desert
Completely unaware
Of the sands of my people
Clinging to my form
I wore as proudly as a soldier
Wearing his uniform
Slipping
Time is slipping away
And I hoped you would stay
But I’ll be slipping too
I wished you well
I wished you good
I’ve done all I know I could
But time
Is my enemy and time is my friend
I wished I could see it till the end
But time is slipping away
And I will be slipping too
Dam
He said
My words
Are not truly mine
I don’t feel the inspiration all the time
Like a river that has run dry
My fruits die
And I
Wait for the dam
To break loose
I ask him
Why
Does he continue to rely
On others to tear down the block
He looks at me with a shock
He realizes
He’s had the tools all along
Feeling empowered and strong
He breaks the barriers
And writes a new song
Pieces
We were forged out of the same stone
Ages ago
Then we were separated
The big bang scattered us like ash
As they speculated
But the magnetic field was too strong
And it couldn’t have dissipated
Life time after another
We mange to find each other
Putting pieces that were lost
Back together
And the image becomes clear
The memory of that stone
Inches near
Until we become one
Whole again
I have missed you
My dear friend
Eden
I weaved a nest
Out of the things they threw away
And I made a home for my children to say
He created an earth so large
So great
Hoping one day
The Gods will appreciate
The waste they threw a way
The Garden of Eden was no place to stay
Adam
I know your pain
I, too, had to do the same
To free myself and children alike
To start fresh
A new life
I too had to be
Immigrant
But free
Naked
I wondered
How embarrassing must it be
To be naked
Outside
Like this tree
She has no shame
Not one bit
And she claims
That she had lived
A thousand and one
Days under the sun
Naked
Happy
And Free
I wondered how great it would be
To be naked like that tree
Self Love
Don’t forget to nurture your soul
…
You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
To do
Trust
Trust is key
