Birth

Can you feel it
A circle completing itself
Through you
Through the generations

You’re the shooting star
The one that spiralled far
Reaching the infinity
That they always talked about
But never realized

You’re the continuation
Of many generations
You are
A scroll
A story told
A never ending beginning
You’re millions of tales spinning
But you’re only a day old
In this universal hold
We can’t wait for the stories
You’ll be telling

Forget

I wondered if he’d forgotten

As we fell from the sky

As our form touched the sands

And our being materialized

I wondered if I too will forget

The reason I chose this body

Will I soon regret

The heaviness it brings

As gravity sinks

It’s teeth into my bones

Then I blinked twice

And I remembered

Nothing

After my first cry

 

Foggy Mornings

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

Poisonous Plants

Did you plant this vine

The one that poisoned your hand

Did you set it free in your garden, in your land

?

This poison that you can’t seem to find

Is crippling your mind

Like that vine

That someone else planted

When their entrance was never granted

But their thoughts slipped away

Finding roots in your bay

And you allowed them to stay

Cause you needed the company

 

Until your body was covered in a rash

And your mind started to dash

Across the negativity of their thoughts

Can you now realize

That you are not ill

That there’re poisonous plants, still

Lingering in your garden, in your mind

Rid away with them all

And stand

Strong

Once more

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

 

 

Stranger Paths, Video Introduction

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Change

They wonder why

She sits there

Speaking language she didn’t choose

Getting much too close

To forgetting her mother tongue

Wings sealed in a box

Her brown locs

Painted blonde

They wonder why she changed

She only did it

To survive

Trust

Trust is key