
ME
I am the untold, unwritten stories
of African dreamers.
I am the story teller,
Not the poet.
I am the unravelled secret
of African philosophic mind.
I am the massager
of the Africans misery.
Me
You wonder!
I am the moon, before sunrise,
I am the sunrise, before sunset,
I am the sunset, before the moon,
damn! I am confused, is it before or after time,
damn I am flipping lost in time.
ME
You wonder!!!
I am not close to the beginning,
but closer to the end.
I am an artist, writing is my art,
I paint my emotions into writing,
but I haven’t paint, my masterpiece yet.
ME
I am is what I describe,
a man with a split mind,
unstructured thoughts.
ME
I don’t know, you decide!
I am the untold, unwritten stories
of African dreamers.
I am the story teller,
Not the poet.
I am the unravelled secret
of African philosophic mind.
I am the massager
of the Africans misery.
Me
You wonder!
I am the moon, before sunrise,
I am the sunrise, before sunset,
I am the sunset, before the moon,
damn! I am confused, is it before or after time,
damn I am flipping lost in time.
ME
You wonder!!!
I am not close to the beginning,
but closer to the end.
I am an artist, writing is my art,
I paint my emotions into writing,
but I haven’t paint, my masterpiece yet.
ME
I am is what I describe,
a man with a split mind,
unstructured thoughts.
ME
I don’t know, you decide!
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