In the dark abandoned street of Swat
He stood there holding a wrecked doll
Nowhere in that familiar scenery
There was a place to call his home.

The shadows of the death surrounded him
There was no sight of a shooting star
Standing in the ruins of his own life
He whispered, "But why war?"

They say it will make the world better
They say it is for the sake of peace
With so much bloodshed and destruction?
Liars! It's all for their ****** greed!

Prejudice,
Power,
Pride.
I feel pity on humans
For such desires.

Heard a hip-hop anthem today

BOSS

“Michelle Obama… purse so heavy… getting Oprah dollars…”

A rhythmic dance beat spelling out

Confidence

And

Respect

A baller banner of pride

Flung to the ceiling, waving

Women’s independence

Black women’s power

I see it…

But

Is an album adorned with 5 sultry females

Clad only in a man’s shirt and high heels

Singing show me the money

Sold to the club scene to inspire ***** shaking

And Yeager bomb throwing

So we forget the work week challenges

Relationship pains

And

Embrace vicariously our entitlements

HELPFUL?

It takes courage
to be yourself
to be different

in the face of
Intolerance
and despite
Prejudice

It takes courage
to drop your defenses
to take off your mask

held back by
Fright
or led by
Compliance

It takes courage
to open up
to let someone in

afraid to get
Hurt
or retained by
Pride

Be brave
a little
every day
Have the courage to
Be you!

I told a man that I did not know much about Pride & Prejudice
mostly because I had none,
he laughed and gave me packet of Earl Grey tea.

I wish all men did this,
all women too. I think there should be more free herbs
that you can add honey or sugar to,
I think that would make everyone’s day better and sweeter.

What is Stream?
What is Life
Altitude of life
Oceans of wickedness
Barriers and obstacles
Pains and dejection
Love and hate
Pride and prejudice
War and unity
Friends and foes.

How hard could it be for people to understand me
What is it that they see when they stand staring at me
Am I  a supernova that takes their breath away
or Am I a hurricane and they're all dead to be
Am I a garden filled with roses and daisies
or Am I desert with some sand and a bunch of maybe-s
Maybe we'll live, Maybe we'll die, Maybe a perfect storm will rise
They're all looking with their eyes
But no one looks through my heart
No one sees that masterpiece of art
No one knows me to the fullest
No one sees my scars of bullets
I am the lava of my own eruption
The mystery of my own deduction
The architect of my own destruction.