The War That Is Inside
There’s this threshold of love that I never knew existed. I have an affinity towards it like never before, Sometimes I cry, and my heart bleeds at night during the silent screams of loneliness. I ponder my darkness, where’s the lamp to my feet and the light to my path. I yearn for the cyclic chains of the walls in mind to be ripped to pieces, I dig deep as I breath in, panting slowly. I some up courage daily with small prayers of thought. I encourage myself through small whispers of infinite boldness. In the midst of battle, I hear the constant nag, don’t give up, as the war rages. 1 foot in front of the other as my pierced feet soldier through thorns and thistles The war that I fight I must bleed in this world, to eat in this world-Africa At 26 an African child with a dream as big as African wild Growing up, lets stroll down memory lane An untamed nigger, yes, from the hood and the oppression was real The scars of black ethnicity run deep Deeper than