Because you infringe on my right to be free, because you dare to hold me ransom for my own life.

Claiming a space in my mind, taking a seat and building your throne. You infringe on my right to be the wind, to be without borders. You demand from me, you require of me. You want my time, my attention, my sincerity, obligations.

So I hate you unconditionally, I totally detest the guts that bring you recklessly onto grounds that are not yours. You think you are free, you think you are high and mighty and can ruffle my feathers. You think you can unsettle my liquor and raise my dust. I hate you with all the vehemence of a free man whose freedom has become your play thing!

#Deserted

I kissed you a vow,

Sucked on your lip,

drew blood like an omen,

I swore never to let go,

You are my spirit medication,

You are my daily meditation,

My patch of Island.

I broke my fears,

I broke the rules,

You held my hands,

I just wanted reassurance,

The slippery slopes of a

torn and broken spirit.

ly place where

Acceptance was born,

birthplace of my dagger,

My hatred for ordinary,

Deep craving for healing,

The salve was yours,

Your balm lingers beneath

The scars you left!!

Why this broken rhyme

Why this lamentation?

When like a Prince

I should Prance

Upon the hills,

I sit by the stairwell

Of deep sighs,

Of sorrows deep as Pacific,

Of mourning,

Of loss

Tears,

Deserted!!!

Coy like a bunny rabbit,

Bubbly pretty bumble bee,

She rolled like rum drum,

Her hips like the tom tom,

Makes my heart go bump bump

Proud like a Peacock,

Triggers and a gun to cock,

She vents like volcanic rush,

When she hears the sound

of mischievous boys.

She is sorry

Sorry for being wrong,

Being chubby and plump

Makes her always wrong,

Even when she's been

With fools and silly boys,

She's still wrong,

Hence she's always drunk.

Big Beautiful,

Buxom delightful,

Strides with Bosom full,

Fully poised without remorse,

Let them fools be damned,

Watching her backlash

As she treads with a bounce.

Bold vixen

conquered her fears,

Strolls like royalty

Flaunting her pearls,

Crooks that would crave

her turbulent tears,

Have turned and taken to flight!

She was not my soulmate,

Our friendship was virgin,

We had barely exchanged names,

We rumpled the sheets in seconds.

She sucked on the lips

Of a total stranger she licked,

Sex was brief and wild.

If black was the colour of demons, then I am as demonic as you can expect. My looking glass is pointed straight at the world of foolish cretins who think a black man would walk on coals and never get burnt. I have bled like every living soul and I curse the white literature for the wild stories they have told of my motherland.

I have a wild imagination of the world beyond, I don't see them giving preference to you for the colour of your skin. Just like the other day, I mounted the podium to speak and half the audience walked out cause Melanin was my ID. I had scarcely grabbed the Mic than the galleries became deserted. I came prepared you know....

I came full armed from head to toe, I had guns hidden for what I would do later. So I ran to the lounge, where the tickets were littered all over the floor, I grabbed the nearest man and pulled out my black shades and a grenade in hand ready to be discharged.

I shouted for those who were close to the exit

"This man's life would be on your neck, once you step out", there was this burly crazy looking fool who wanted to dare me but for his wife whose tiny fingers entreated him for the sake of my hostage. They all trooped back into the hall, I locked the doors and armed them with charges which would go off inasmuch as anyone tried to lay hold on the door in any form.

If black was the colour of demons, then I am as demonic as you can expect. My looking glass is pointed straight at the world of foolish cretins who think a black man would walk on coals and never get burnt. I have bled like every living soul and I curse the white literature for the wild stories they have told of my motherland.

I have a wild imagination of the world beyond, I don't see them giving preference to you for the colour of your skin. Just like the other day, I mounted the podium to speak and half the audience walked out cause Melanin was my ID. I had scarcely grabbed the Mic than the galleries became deserted. I came prepared you know....

I came full armed from head to toe, I had guns hidden for what I would do later. So I ran to the lounge, where the tickets were littered all over the floor, I grabbed the nearest man and pulled out my black shades and a grenade in hand ready to be discharged.

I shouted for those who were close to the exit

"This man's life would be on your neck, once you step out", there was this burly crazy looking fool who wanted to dare me but for his wife whose tiny fingers entreated him for the sake of my hostage. They all trooped back into the hall, I locked the doors and armed them with charges which would go off inasmuch as anyone tried to lay hold on the door in any form.