A BIRD WITH BROKEN WINGS

I met a bird with broken wings
called her my pink bird
she dropped me when
I wanted to take off

That's when I learned
that birds with broken wings
have broken hearts too,
I embraced a broken heart
and mine got broken too,
it's contagious!

I learned to observe and never condemn
to withdraw and never reclaim
to move on and never look back
most of all, to be careful,
to recognise the pain beneath the smile
the sad stories behind each happy face

I learned to never be cruel
and ask how it is that people manage
to rape the purity of an innocent heart,
to condemn powerless children into suffering?

I cheered a bird with broken wings
I called her my pink bird
she had a broken heart,
broke mine as well!

INDECISION

Indecision!
why do you work
against my ambition?
just let me make my decision,
exercise my volition
and when I do that
collision
of irresistible force
and immovable object is certain!

SELLING, SHAKING, WRITHING

Am a vendor and am selling
my stupidity to the world
am showing my morbid mind
to the world as I've known it
why not?
it's been cruel to me!
it's suppressed,
     oppressed,
     frustrated,
     mutilated, even
     dismembered me
it has forgotten to remember me
I just had to remind it I also exist
am a street vendor
don't tell me about equality
in gender, law, policy, whatever!

Am a free being and I shake
my booty till it resonates
till it makes sound like clanging cymbals
If you strip me naked
you're stripping naked your mama
I've given birth myself you pica-ninny!
Let me walk freely on the streets
let me swing my hips
let me paint my lips
am just expressing myself
if am destroying myself, then let it be!

Am an orphan and am writhing,
crying within
my soul was stabbed
right on the day I was conceived
I have no food to eat
nor place to sleep
into rich homes
I only peep
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep!

Am just a writer holding the pen,
and the pain, too
you also neglect me, it's true,
but Mr Chicken farmer
listen to the voices
your labourers are crying
they are selling,
             shaking,
             writhing
while you enjoy the rhythm!

SOON THEY'LL CONTROL YOUR MIND

I have always believed
that you will come to me
as a butterfly does to a flower


I have always believed
that silence is the best
form of persuasion

But they infiltrated your mind
told you am not your kind
that my advances you shouldn't mind
that the best you are yet to find

You know them
those sons of perdition
they make me fume with trepidation
my lips churn out condemnation
my pen churns out condemnation

Can someone stop the negativity?
may be am foolish in my inactivity

But before you know it
they'll control your activity
before you know it
they'll control your destiny,
you won't break free!