I am ruined by life's heaviest downpour By the sun's melting strength By the wind, piling dirt in the deepest pits of my soul I am a paste of tears, beauty and sweat The world snuck in its shell leaving

The beautiful ones have been reduced to ashes and thorns their feet now ache to run, their hands longing for a gun they know this land, they own this land they cry for them, they cry for you The beautiful

生活出租 。 尽管我的想法是平淡无奇的， 让我在我们租借的生活的铰链上摆动 让我以这种方式旋转 让我迷失在我们的飞地蜂巢的参数中 让我在你阴影的心脏背景下坐着 。 当我的想法尝到盐水时， 让我，如果对你我只是一匹黑马 进入百万疤痕银河 让我踩在失去的沙滩上 当我把我的双腿穿过钝明星的雨林时 。 像我的日子一样优柔寡断， 让我把我的生活出租一天一便士 并且不可动摇地鞠躬留念 对夜总会和有关人员的修女

As bland as my mind is, Let me swing on the hinge of our rented lives Let me swirl this way and that Let me be lost in the parameters of our enclaved hives Let me sashay in the background of your shaded

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow, Cast out in this wide world to roam; Uncertain of life for tomorrow, I want to make heaven my home. Sometimes I am both tossed and driven; Sometimes I know not where to roam;

Hello steemians, I'm jasmine, a Nigerian historian and today I'm celebrating my 45th day on steemit. The steemit journey has been fun, challenging and eventful. It has challenged my brain to think outside

I have moved from body to body, lodging pieces of myself under the tongues of people who were too quick to swallow me whole without knowing the atoms I was made of. I have seen myself in the reflections

I want us, disguised before them , stronger than they'd think of, their isolation temptation scale increasing as result of jealousy over the perfection of love we display . How i want us I want us lasting

Dear mother, You're beautiful You're the slender little rose That bears the elegance of grace Your outstretched arms cuddling several generations into warmth. You're the laughter that resounds on gloomy

Not only me knows you're in love, my attires can testify But, don't bother coming near. You care; I know. But this pains, they worsen when people come along to succor. Your intentions are true and genuine;

Her tale, we were made to tell. The warmth of her embrace and suffocating hugs. The joy and pride in our motherland and the extreme pain and hardship too. Oh Africa my Africa!! Thou has made me ink today,

It's all about being virtuous. Making Histories and impacting into this generations. All what this generation needs are women who fears God and wholeheartedly instills it into their unborn generation.

But you've been crippled for thirty-eight years. For thirty-eight years, you've been bathed by rain and dried up by the scorching Jerusalem sun. You can only walk in your mind; in the dark alleys of your

I kissed Africa! And I was drawn To her coolness, That calmness only The strong could summon In the midst of chaos. I kissed Africa. And I tasted what was like The very first nectar from A honey comb or

Vague thoughts Wandering child amidst the rhythm of life and death pushing against society's winds Marooned by the wolves that claim to be doves Vague thoughts Wandering child Your railway heart is daily

Pitch black midnight yet my vision is crystal clear, because at the moment I am seeing with my mind not my eyes. I am seeing the same vision I have seen for the past 11 years, 11 months and 12 days. It

Regardless! You proved to be the man of the moment Families are a great pact But friends a grater pact People like you Who put ready smiles on worn out faces Who stay put on dark and grim days Who shared

in the glittery eyes that spoke of Living utopia in jiffy years to come With sweet smelling smell From black bodies that had long Lost its memories of bathing And the black scaly butucks that forgot The

It is I Who stands above but is placed below; whose place is high but you've pictured so low, when you neglected me to go solo. It is I Who's always there, at the circumference of your continuous

The eastern rays had caressed her face, As she cried unshed tears Gleaming sweat smeared this ebony lass, As she felt untold agony Kinky hair and gold kissed lips Yet her 'opened' eyes had held unending