Don’t give up. 

You’re free to be the strangest thing in life. 
According to the world’s perception of stranger things. 
The strangest things are often the greatest anyway. 
You’re free. 
To dance under the blue moon. 
To lie on the green grass. 
To stare into the yellow sun. 
To paint the town red. 
To bleed purple. 
To be whatever color you want to be. 
Who decides?
Who decides who you are. 
Who you want to be. 
Who decides what’s normal, or strange?  
They turned deaf ears to the sermon taught on the streets of their “normal” society. 
Never heard of practicing what you preach.
Or is the love so out of their reach? 
Preach love and practice hate, prejudice and segregation. 

They keep telling you what to be. 
These people who aspire to be like you. 
These people who can’t stare in the mirror each morning. 
People who hate who they are. 
They resent your self love. 
They resent your self acceptance. 
They resent you for being at peace with yourself. 
In a world full of white, black and gray. 
They resent your rainbow, that you even dared do be different. 
They resent that you tried to change the world. 
You’ve rejected their labels. 
So they’ve forced one on you; dead. 
So darlings, head home. 
Home to your father. 
Send your love in color from up. 
Send a rainbow so people like you who’ve dared to live may find hope. 
Brighten their way darlings. 
Be their gold at the end of the rainbow. 

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Enough

And I wasn’t enough
They took and took and took some more.
Until all that was left of me was a husk of my former soul
But I couldn’t be what they wanted.
They wanted a rainbow but I was just blue.
They wanted a galaxy, I was just one star.
They wanted sunshine,  I was just … sunshine.
But I still wasn’t enough even though I was just what they wanted.
They said I was too bright.
They wanted a desert, I was just one grain of sand.
They said a storm would cool their hatred for me.
I squeezed myself until I imploded but I was just one drop.

MoonChild,
Ada di ora mma,
Daughter of the gods,
Descendant of goddesses.
Royalty flows in your blood;
Blue blooded from birth.
Who made you doubt whom you are ?
Who tore down your self confidence ?
Who dared try to break down what the gods put together ?
You are life.
Look at the way your skin glows.
Dark as the fertile lands from which we survive.
Don’t you know ? You don’t ?
Look at the way your hips sway,
Like the winds sway the tree.
You are a life force.
Mother of nations.
Look them in the eye and tell them who you are.
As you dance to the music in the wind
As the world plays her symphony around you.
As your father and his father before play their flutes for you.
As the sweat rolls off you like waterfalls.
Dig the balls of your feet into the soil and claim what is yours.
You are the earth and she is you.
But never forget.
You are death too,
Take your wrath out on those who seek to destroy you.
Become the water which they seek
Let the waters take them
And let it drown them.
Shine bright like the sun.
Burn their hatred for you
Burn their hatred and them with it.
Reduce them to ashes.
Deserts the colour of your palms will roll off your skin, bury them in your sand Ada’m.
Bury them in yourself.
You are the land and she is you.
But; you can never be a rainbow, Nne’m.
You are Blue-blooded.
Do not ever taint your blood with mediocrity to please the world.
You are enough, you are more than enough.

Sunshine

Catalyst

Day after day, months after month.
Waiting for it to get better.
It’ll be fine in the end they said.
There’s no end for me.

Spiraling in this black hole that is forever.
Aging at the speed of light.
Gotten old in the blink of an eye.
Give me my childhood back.

My laughter has turned to cackles.
A maid with false teeth and no smiles.
No aid. Stop explaining.
I’m fine. I’m perfect.

No tears for me. My soul has dried up.
Tear glands are clogged with dust from my brittle bones.
Bending over from the load.
The people I lean on grow weary of me.

I lend my cackle to the troubled so they might laugh. Making them happy.
I dance with my shaky knees to their amusements.  At my demise.
Dancing in the rain. Drops of my tears past.
Say hi to me; catalyst to your happiness.
Leaving in a bit so say bye to me.

I can’t

Choking up. Breaking out.
Can’t let it out. I’m dying here.
This place isn’t mine.
I’m running out of options.

Trying to change me.
Leave me and my inner demons.
My friends, my companions.
Your angels, don’t haze me.

Hate, so deep.
Withdrawal.
Tired of the pretence.
Going home.

These blades never looked good enough.
I’m leaving my body. My soul is unbalanced.
I can’t cry. These words won’t come.
Stuck in my head. They’re bleeding from my ears.

Crossed legs, closed eyes.
Sniffles and pain. Heartbreak and pins.
Salt lake on my face.
Alone. So alone.

Red so red.
Doesn’t. Can never.
Bind. Hopelessness.
I don’t have any more words.

Fuck you and your happiness.
I can’t claw out of this hole.
I’m dying. Alone.
I hate you. Just leave.
Leave me alone.

Empty

Alone. I’m so alone.
No happiness. No sadness
No emotions at all.
I feel nothing.
Sitting at the village square.
I’m human. Just another human.
Empty.

Alone.  I’m so alone.
No hugs for this palm tree.
No one loves nature anymore.
These tears can’t come. No moisture in me.
Understand me. You did this.
I’ve lost my words now. I have nothing.
Empty.

Alone. I’m so alone.
Blood does not bind. It clouds.
Help me. Pull me out.
I’m in too deep. Rolling in the deep.
Kindle a fire. I’m enshrined in ice.
In this igloo of indifference.
Empty.

Alone. I’m so alone.
You’ve robbed me of my innocence.
I’ve grown too fast. An adult of circumstance.
Cutting my black skin, red blood over my white knuckles.
Tiny slices, my body is drained of my life’s blood.
Empty.

Alone. I’m so alone.
Fire and brimstone. Evil and pain.
Eyes of insanity.
I wear my madness like a badge of honour.
It has become my shield.
These demons are here.  Hell is;
Empty.

Psycho

Because I love black.

Black pristine over gold goofy.
Warm tingly liquid all over me.
No blood on me. I’m no Buffy.
Black on black on black on me.

Down to my souls. bi-soular.
Polar ? Support to these people.
So serious, no bubbles, no cola.
Down, tense. Hope to the crippled.

Boiling over, inside out.
Black void, black blood.
Spilling over, cussing me out.
For all eternity, rolling in mud.

So silent, fluttering of moths.
Amplified quiet, white noise.
Crystal clear, barrage of thoughts.
Going under, in your river of joy.
Seeing black, on black, on me.

Autora