Sometimes I Feel Tired

We had an uprising, without a solution.
We had violent demonstrations, without a revolution.
We have an open wound that needs ablution,
and has little to do with an incomprehensible constitution.

We have selfish statues,
which stand by false statutes,
on mountains, unreachable for anyone with the right attributes.
Who have the money and the power, to
Put the media on mute about issues which affect,
Us, resolute to commute,
To find enough bread, so our babies have food.

We have zealous protectors, who run around
In white defenders, who are powerless to defend us,
from our leading
Offenders.
So before the silence ends us,
We must shout until it deafens us,
Be heard by all who try to oppress us.
Because, despite our strength in numbers.
We’re Invisible.
When Quiet.
So before we pick up our self pitty,
And try to drown in it.
Get up!

Stand up!

Get up, and do

Something… About it.

The Dream

My waiste line curves just right.
so hold on tight;
to be my wheels
You increase the speed
And I’ll take flight
My wings await the lift you bring
Soaring, our own melody, we sing
in perfect harmony.

Our eyes reflect sunrise, deep in the
nights of heart felt smiles,
like whispers of promise
that can never reach demise.

Introduction

My poetry makes me face
This world as I truly am.
Alone.

I do not always have faith in the words,
At first.
But the words have faith in me.
They come from deeper inside,
Than I can always see.

So, I write to search,
I write to find.
Lessons I may otherwise, have left behind.