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 the roots of the immaculate nara

Deeper than then the scars our grandparents have from white oppression

Deeper than the unseen wounds of a hungry tura boy who's sleeping hungry tonight

We all need liberty from our vices

Africa-so many broken dreams, so many war riddled societies

Which war, the man in the mirror

The war that is on the inside

But the war has taken so many victims, suicide

I roar as loud as the African lion, hiding my pain behind a thousand masks,

My pain, its in my eyes, my pain, its everywhere in my past

My pain, it everywhere in my heritage

My pain, without my pain there's no gain

This is 26 year old ravaged Windhoek, and I am proud to be the African Child

I am proud, because I am fearfully and wonderfully made

I am proud, to be enlightened

This war that I fight, it’s the war on the inside