I tell others to be strong
But here I am crumbling inside
I always say don’t bottle up your feelings
But I put a tight lid on mine
I stress on letting go
But I find myself not moving on
I keep saying it’s going to be okay
But I’m losing hope for a better day
I encourage positivity
But I’m letting darkness get the best of me.
Oh, why then am I telling these lies?
Change is here, can you see her coming?
Amid joyous cheers and victorious chanting.
Her head’s held high, but her cheeks are wet,
Tears of happiness are gladly met.
Though the air is heady, her footsteps steady
After all this time, she’s absolutely ready.
Change is here, can you see her there?
Give her a hand and show that you care.
Can’t guarantee what tomorrow will bring,
Only this is certain; change is happening.
If sacrifice has a value
How much would you rate it?
To go through extreme measures
Enduring countless challenges
Giving it all without questioning
Painstakingly exercising patience
In the name of sacrifice
Is it ultimately worth it?
Where glory is never to be found
Tho heartaches are aplenty
Losing yourself in the process
And probably some dignity
What is it then
If sacrifice has a value?
You’re a racist. Yes, you are. Listen to the way you speak. Look at the way you stare. When no one’s listening. When no one’s aware. You’re a racist. Yes, you are.
You’re a racist. I’ve seen your smirk. I’ve observed your twitch. You’re a racist. I’ve sniffed your silent disgust. I’ve sensed your offensive vibes. You’re a racist.
Oh yes, you are.
Don’t judge the book by its cover
is a real cliché
first look is everything
says everybody around me
how can we be sure of someone we know
but still a stranger?
We’ve been together on and off
according to the weather
it’s been this way between us
together but not in the right sense
i can never say i know him
as he’s different every time we met.
From his appearance and reputation
he’s a bad lot but he’s not
when i think he’s not he is
for he admits it he’s bad
a bad person won’t say he’s bad
as a mad person won’t say he’s mad
perhaps he’s bad and i’m scared
for he has great effect on me.
A laughter that rings the sweetest of melody
Like a symphony echoing on the mountain top
With an engaging smile spreading ray of light
Its golden halo stretching miles apart
And as hopeful admirers keep wishing for more
She vanishes as quickly as she appears.