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.
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 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.
Posted in Death, Insanity, Life, Lost, Love, Rambling, Uncategorized
- Tagged gay pride, hate, life, Love, pain
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.
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.
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- Tagged 2amMusings, African, Dance, Deserts, fear, Gods, hate, pain, Racism, Storms, Sunshine
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.
Tired of the pretence.
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.
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.
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- Tagged hate, leave, pain
My elf ears
My skin hair.
The way I cry.
People who shout.
People who drink too much
People whom are too happy.
People who complain too much
People who think the world revolves around them.
The way everyone split.
People with superiority complexes
People who turn tables on others
People who can’t defend their actions
People who cheat.
Men who commit adultery
Girls who pretend.
Old people on the radio.
Holes in the skin.
People gnashing teeth.
Being lied to.
trying to impress anyone.
Acting like someone i’m not.