I am tired of trying to be cool I am tired of crying like a fool I am not born to be silent I am not born to be violent But the fact that I’m dying Is what I can’t keep denying.
I can’t die for nothing So I will live for something I am not a thug, let me be! I am not a slave, set me free. If I am treated like a predator Expect me to act like a dictator…
Let me choose my reaction If I can’t change your action. I can’t quench fire with fire, Can you stop starting the fire? If my skin colour scares you Your shadow is ashamed of you.
There is a place for every race, Give black race some breathing space. Racism is certainly not patriotism, Add justice to your jingoism. All lives matter when justice is served, No race deserves to be severed.
Yesterday, I was having conversation on phone with a lady friend. Our discussion got deep and I shared few experiences I had when I lost my faith in God, how my life lost every sense of direction, decency and decorum.
I was not falling into temptation, I was looking for temptations to fall into me. I was literally swimming in the sea of sin. Alas, grace and mercy found me on the 6th of May, 2018! I found my feet back in the fold. My journey to greater glory in God began when I ran back to the Him.
This poem was inspired by God to reach out to those who are far from home and those straying and stumbling.
Far away from home I have gone again. In search of greener pastures I plunged into pain.
From pillar to post I ventured in vain… Stinking and struggling to get rid of disdain.
No one is close to me, I can’t cry or complain. My vote does not even count I fall for every campaign.
I wish I can be high for life as I drain this champagne. But I’m done hiding, I need some sunshine and rain.