WE

We planted where petals fell

Because we looked into the skies,

not the wells

We harvested where scavengers dwell

Our focus was on living things

not grimy death

We plucked where gods ate

We said to ourselves we deserve the cream

not just a dream

We laid where others fell

Our hope was in the Resurrection

not the intermission

We laughed where others wept

Our tear drops were for joy

not sorrow's toy

We floated where Marines sunk

The sea was our skating ring

not a living thing

We lived, we grew, we aspired

We transcended, we ascended

We acquired, we maintained

And so shall it remain

We are who we are

The awakening after the dream!

GOING THE MILE

Kisses from afar lips don't touch

Blowing bubbles from my heart

Pouting lips with lovers breath

So If we can love from afar

We learn to be closer

A staring role in my video calls

The leading lady, a round of applause

Half way around the world seem far

But when we cut through the globe

It's a straight line into the heart

Kisses from afar hips scintillating

What the hands don't feel the heart vibrate

Shouting hearts that oscillate

We are closer yet... so far.

I HATE YOUR LETTERS

My soul will not rest 

because I carry a burden

You see I wake up every morning with more

questions than answers.

Because every day is supposed to be a blessing

but my people remain cursed.

My race left all the winnings on the tracks 

but we are hardly trail blazing fields!

Described as the "Dark" Continent and if our skin is black,

then that's a pun too dark.

For my people to go through A to Z

They have to deal with I.M.F and all the other letters

They spell out who we are and what we can do

Same letters that have us written off

To them, we are alphabetically basic

Fat suits in Geneva and Washington

Dictating policies for Accra and Lagos

Tell the UN I hate all her sister names

Some trifling sons of bitches!

Mogadishu is on my heart even when I

am a Tamale-born Ashanti from Kokofu

Africans writing their people off

The very people that piss me off

So I am sick and tired of letters

UN, IMF, ILO et cetera

So I wish I could write this with numbers

The figures of dying African children and 

The percentages that represent the poor.