In my deepest dream
I was born in the darkest night of all,
Before the sunrise, and I wonder
Will I die before the sunset?
In my deepest dream,
I am still who I am,
I wipe my own tears, tears of blood,
Because I am too damn sensitive.
In my deepest dream,
In love, I do, I do not,
I refuse to believe, it distract me,
It becomes a weakness, and I feared
That one day it will hit me in the back without me knowing.
In my deepest dream,
There is only one African dream,
That we all still have to realize,
To live as colour blind,
And been able to love one another as one people.
In my deepest dream,
Without God, life makes no sense,
Without eternity what would be the purpose of life or death to be?
In my deepest dream,
I am still nobody but a poet, a philosopher, an observer, a listener
And an analyst, but I never say anything.
I was born in the darkest night of all,
Before the sunrise, and I wonder
Will I die before the sunset?
In my deepest dream,
I am still who I am,
I wipe my own tears, tears of blood,
Because I am too damn sensitive.
In my deepest dream,
In love, I do, I do not,
I refuse to believe, it distract me,
It becomes a weakness, and I feared
That one day it will hit me in the back without me knowing.
In my deepest dream,
There is only one African dream,
That we all still have to realize,
To live as colour blind,
And been able to love one another as one people.
In my deepest dream,
Without God, life makes no sense,
Without eternity what would be the purpose of life or death to be?
In my deepest dream,
I am still nobody but a poet, a philosopher, an observer, a listener
And an analyst, but I never say anything.
I'm starting to see some of the commonalities within your poems. One of my favorites is your theme of "Africanism" (what the broad varieties of what that word means), that is brought up subtly, but often in your poems.
ReplyDeleteThe opening stanza to this poem is phenomenal! One of my favorites of your poems so far.