With strength and hope I embrace the facts of my existance

all restraints have been removed, no more holding back zero resistance

free to ascend to the higher levels that I have always strived

much sooner than I ever planned here I am, I have arrived

through the lies, misconceptions and conformity I have risen above it all

strong and confident moving forward I am walking tall

free to be who ever I want at any moment if I choose

making up the rules of life as I go, no way I can lose

so if you pass me in the street and I seem out of place

it's because that is where I want to be with a smirk on my face

not because I am better than anyone or better than you

it's that I have realized that I am free to do anything I have ever wanted to

Get me out of this cesspool
I'm swiming in idiotic fools
How did I get surrounded by you heartless freaks
Why can't any of you think before you speak

You all tell lies with such great speed
That my ears are starting to bleed
And all my thoughts your starting to impede
Why the **** where you allowed to breed

If I'm made to stay here with you human waste
I fear my intelligence will soon be erased
With all your mindless yakety- yak
I'm begaining to think you all must all be on crack

They convinced us that maybe we weren't meant to be loved,
as though the crippling sky wasn't made above,
when push came to shove,
we would yell "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!"
We weren't the pillow that people fluffed,
left to be coated and settled in dust,
from dawn to dusk.

We stood out,
The black sheeps, mythical dragons and unicorns,
ostracized from trumpets and flutes we were unique horns,
the same way we were never the petals but the thorns.

We were thrown salty remarks
until prickling words made their mark.
They would never quit,
until roses began to decay and wilt,
draining the black ink from the feathered quilt,
till it became useless.
Humans however are not quilt,
there is no black ink to be drained,
only the love in our hearts that became stained,
with all their criticism,
and yet they thought it was pleasurable to our ears,
dipping us in the same light as those who enjoy masochism.


Love comes from inside the heart,
but they made us feel as though looks is where it starts,
and while everyone else were cars we were go-karts,
always felt inferior at their words,
and in constant pretense that they were not heard.

Our words became loss in translation,
slowly we eventually loss our patience,
As though somehow we became a part of a nation,
A nation that despised those who stood out,
Filling our minds and soul with doubt,
Until there's nothing left to do but shout.

Even when we were loved since birth,
they tried to degrade our true worth,
so as afflicted souls wander on,
we ask ourselves, "was the love ever gone?"

Being fine with being you,
It's not a struggle that is new,
We battle the demons inside,
Ever since we were five,
Keeping them alive,
By feeding them insecurities,
They need to survive.

Unhappy with our own bodies,
As though big thighs,
Meant being ostracized,
I personally prefer bigger thighs,
Not for the thought of bearing child,
But that they are fine not living lies,
That they could flaunt their mind,
Above the shallow part that is their body.

I remember one day of school,
Being in a restroom, peeing in a ******,
Clinging onto my exposed genital,
A boy who gazed upon my manhood,
Tell me that I was made wrong.
That because my genitals wasn't long,
Somehow I was never right,
Between being too white,
Being an ugly sight,
Regarding my genitals I didn't give a *****.

So purposely I burnt myself on sunlight,
Days out in the open sun in hopes for a tan,
And that was when it finally began.
Words of how I might get skin cancer,
If I ever wanted to get any tanner,
And yet I still took the risk,
Because being accepted for being darker,
Meant being more spiderman less Peter Parker.

Now that I am where I am,
I am fine with who I am,
Because who I am,
Is a path I can't escape,
So I embrace it,
And even if I wore no cape,
Was no superhero to others,
Was different to another,
I was finally able to be more me,
And less like others.
What's good about being a white sheep,
Be a unicorn, be a black sheep,
Because people never count on black sheeps,
To fall asleep.

You are you,
You are beautiful,
You are amazing,
You are you.
And
You are perfect.

I was made different,
Same brain, same race,
But I was different.
Same smile, same face,
But something was different.
I could never speak in sibilance,
Stuttering stressed sounds and somehow,
Learning to live with who I am now.

My parents told me to value honour and integrity,
But come eighteen years of age, they came begging me,
To fall on my knees and kiss the *** of my overlords,
Between finding me and growing up, I lost my vocal chords,
Never able to project my thoughts,
Because I was to afraid of projecting a rejected side of society,
I wasn't really being me.

I was like a car losing its tyres almost edging its rims,
I had all control over my working limbs,
But I never had a control of my voice and it seems,
That somehow as I grew up I started to fit into seams,
Never the thread to stick out from the patterns,
Always be the one to stand back and watch the shattered,
Picking up the pieces of their lives scattered.

I watched people fall like flies and flies fall like pollen,
And from all of it, the message that I have always gotten,
'Humans will never be perfect',
But it doesn't matter, perfection is mere mortals exaggeration,
Of what it really means to be you.
We live under the same sky, same blue,
So being perfect, simply means being you,
Able to voice your words and keep true,
That the message you're upholding is alive, because of you.
**You are you,
And you are perfect.

The toxicity of my misery falters every endeavour
As seasons pass I battle forth
Cyclical regression all pervasive
Tides recede and ****** in the solace of weariness
Who am I to summon legacy?
Freedom is costly
To not care, to be selfish, to let the ego dance and dine on its prey
But I will never sit at the top table and command such debauchery
I wish stillness and solitude, my armour from the world
My penance is running dry
Oh bountiful life revive me

I allow myself the luxury, to stare unabashedly
Your eyes tantalise me, not crudely, but bewitchingly
Were I able to touch, the texture would be burnished brown velvet
Oh to explore this rapturous richness, warmth in abundance
Evermore curious I basque in the golden, autumnal flecks
Shimmering depths cast new dyes of invigoration
Beguiled, I thank you for a moment of beauty

I suddenly don't know who my friends are anymore
But I know who has never been,isn't and never will
You're not my friend if you think our whimpers propaganda
You're not my friend if you're not in support of a proper Uganda
You're not my friend if you opposed our
struggle till its seemingly dead end
You're not my friend if you think we shouldn't grieve
You're not my friend if in yellow rule you still believe
you're not my friend if you're still blinded
even after so many are hurt and lives ended
you're not my friend if you sung a song in praise
of he who won't our teacher's salary raise
you're not my friend if I reminded you of the Hospital
and you said them sick suffer for the love of free things with no remorse at all
you're not my friend if you've stuck to his support
simply because he fills your wallet while the rest are emptied,
you're not my friend if in this sad time you feel relief
you're not my friend if you forgot about the *** holes
the uncertainty that characterises the air all over the country,
you're not my friend if in your heart melancholy isn't,the despair
you're not my friend if you don't mind the pauper on the street
the emptiness of our capital competing with that in our hearts
you're not my friend if you don't think it badly hurts
you're not my friend if as long as your Porsche you drive
you don't mind about the state of a country
whether your neighbour's child is dead or alive
you're are not my friend if everything you wish for you have
and you don't give a **** if others starve
you're not my friend if you're contented with the shaky epicentre
forgetting that when the centre is shaky things fall apart
you're not my friend even if the politics ended
for my friend you weren't right from the start
you're not my friend if you've played part in steering us to a wrong course
against the pleas and cries of the despairing concourse
you're not my friend if you're the reason country man lies in a casket
in exchange for a piece of the national cake in your basket
you're not my friend if you believe in steady progress
even if you're my brother,whilst rest of the country lies in regrets
you're not my friend if you are against the people's choice
for the people's choice is the people's voice
You're not my friend if your government military deploys
dubbing the shout of our plight unnecessary noise
You're not my friend if you're smiling while we cry
in darkness as sunshine lights your home for you own our sky
you're not my friend if you forgot about those studying under a tree
you're not my friend if you still think we're free
You're my enemy if you're an enemy to my friend
You've wounded this nation by standing by the olden trend
you're an enemy to the state and so you're my enemy
you're not my friend, for God and my country
you're not my friend and that I will never forget traitor
no,I will remember through every January to December
I will remember even after you forget,centuries later

I never knew how high the moon could be,
when you left and never came to me;
it looked cold and sterile, too far away,
not quite like, romantic poets say.

It wasn't what this lover had in mind,
that drew together, two of a certain kind;
it was just an object, out there in space,
and for the life of me, I couldn't see your face.

A silver ball, hanging in the chilly air,
without attachments... or a care;
an orb that will never be the same,
because, no more, it does not speak your name.

And too, the stars, had lost their radiant shine,
perhaps they knew, no longer were you mine;
and so, the night was darker than need be,
knowing you, no more had love for me.

I never knew the night could bring such pain,
with its silence and its quiet, sad, refrain;
but then, I never chose to be so **** alone,
and like the night, so chilling to the bone.

And the clouds echoed his name
As they came pouring down in the form of rain.
They dripped down upon her face
And kissed her tears away.

She caught her breath and released a woeful sigh.
As she began to realise..
That even in death, he refuses to let her suffer
And end her life.

Whenever you're feeling down
Don't always come with a frown
Come look like a happy clown

Though of course you can't hide it
At least try a bit

But there are people around
Where your happiness is found

Death looks very handsome today
Wonder if he'll dance my way
Hold me in his arms as we sway
To the rhythm of the dance
Maybe just by chance
At me today he'll take a glance
It would be a fine romance

Maybe today he'll give me a date
Save me from this wretched state
I patiently wait at his gate
I'm hoping he will take my hand
Lead me into his land
Where he stops times sand

Never to be sold
Never to grow old
Never to be cold

Death is looking very handsome today
I hope this is the day he takes me away