more than just words

after 52 weeks of streaming you are finally here endless nights of insomnia and days losing hair your best newcomer  took over the scene  and yes you guessed it it was Covid-19 as it tried to  f*ck the world your top songs to mention 1 mask  2 lockdowns and 3 sanitiser  you did not forget protection and in quarantine you found the radio although the signal was not great you still went with the flow and your netflix saw all genres   not a single documentary was left unseen  the rated legend s last dance and the horrors of jeffrey epstein  so your plans to be filthy rich went completely out the window unfortunately you did not invest in tesla and was put on furlough and lets not forget the mental trauma of being  in love and war with your melanin skin which was held by a knee to the floor but you still  shoot for the stars  and  aim for the moon a dancing pioneer on tik tok and a twitter lawyer for coons and of course your bigges...

  you are a lost treasure yearning to be found accumulating in value undiscovered by the world your riches are supressed waiting to be released you are the natural resource that by God was ceased to avoid abuse and extortion to avoid underserving pain  you are unaware of your beauty that others seek to gain and when its your time to resurface to be seen by the world the treasure within you will radiate its gold diamonds and pearls

  she carries scars on her back of burnt villages that never healed when they were attacked  in the middle of the night stripped of her life and dignity with no choice but to live and flee or stare death in the face or join the winning base  and still she endures the pain but now from within the schools that dont feed her brain and the churches who promote sin and gluttony and the very people who ruined her still hold the power their children's children still cower behind greed they still force her to her knees and waste all she has to offer they are the disease that wont let her prosper

  the anxiety of uncertainty  when staring darkness in the face at the back or in the lead unsure of your position in the race a passenger in your own life no sense of direction no control of the speed and no option to brake for a moment of peace time waits for no one and even in times of uncertainty  we endure the race  and try to chase the lead we plan with confidence  knowing we might not succeed and still we are hopeful in what we believe

  you fly towards the light in hope of change in hope of seeing something beyond the life you were caged to in hope of becoming as beautiful as the butterfly who makes you so angry at the God who created you this way you fly towards the light in hopes to spread your wings you hope the flame will bring you little things like the ability to rest on the hands of people unafraid  the acceptance in society's blockade of everything that does not mimic the butterfly and so you learn to live the lie that living in the light will set you free but you know chasing the light equals the loss of identity

in another universe where I decided to stay at home to save money or just scroll through my phone all night instead of finding you would the stars still align for us would I have met you in a library aisle and still told you to smile or just given you looks from a distant queue in IKEA or Asda maybe we would have met through a mutual friend in ends or could we have just remained two complete strangers in another universe where I decided to stay at home could you have met someone else would she be to you what I am now and would I have remained by myself or maybe I decided to go out and you stayed at home scrolling through your phone all night would I have felt something was missing would I have felt something was not right if the stars are aligned for us then our journeys would have crossed paths in every universe destiny would coerce the collision of our hearts

build strong children and repair broken men invest in the youth but do not forget the men the men that were so young with their head against a gun never taught right from wrong and still dragged out of their slum broken by a life of crime or broken inside doing time watching it go by through the lines on their wrist dreaming of a world that does not exist a world they already hated no opportunities to make it a life that was negated from the moment they were created cursed by pigmentation the constant alienation a mother without occupation a father without qualification broken by their homes and broken by the system broken by dreams to just be to live like the free build strong children and repair broken men invest in the youth but do not forget the men do not forget the men because they will raise the youth and strong children can not be built by broken men

you think your heart is moving on as it pursues the search of me hopeful that the door is not closed when it was me who held the key the key to let you free the key to let you be the key is washed away with all our memories you yearn for healing in every hug  to feel tranquillity you linger for a note of honey under every raspberry you crave the taste of growing buds that brought prosperity you chase the sound of every voice that shares my melody you swim the souls within the eyes of love you used to see but you did not want to see you could not bear to hear you refused to swallow pride and you were repulsed by the smell because you hated what you felt and now the irony you look for me in everyone you meet

i am trying to do my own thing mind unoccupied internally broken so unsatisfied staying up hoping you are staying up thinking of all our memories   unfolding through your mind

you know her by her diamonds and i know her by her mountains protected by lions embarked on by okadas i know the aunties peeling leaves whilst their children climb trees hunting for an orange that they can sell to me i love to cling to my seat as we manoeuvre through the street tapping my feet to the blazing afrobeats until the blazing sun makes me jump off and run to the girl shouting at anyone who wants a packet of water and i know the beach where the ocean is in my reach where i can see the beauty of my history reflecting back at me you cannot mine the real diamonds of sweet salone the diamonds exist within my soul the souls of her people who kneel down on eid and feast on christmas with their family who understand madingo but carry the blood of temne who speak perfect krio despite being lebanese the people who smile even when they grieve what once was or what she could have been what still can if we choose to see we have suffered enoug...

your home is now your cell as the police stand outside to guard the wishes of the warden  who sits in parliament scarred whose job has him infected no firewall to protect him no firewall to protect us spyware left undetected and now we are in our cell no sense of the time everyday is the same for us but gone are another hundred lives and not one of them is you because you are confined no hurdles to overcome no mountains to climb and for that you are blessed locked away from the rest confined you are protected solitary but uninfected no firewall needed to protect us because we have our cell outside there is no point but inside it we can excel

immediately 5g with no wifi or subscription fee no hidden terms to agree a connection completely free a connection always in reach a lifetime dedicated to teach you right from wrong and preach your values from her speech  an unconditional love one we are not always deserving of and when times are getting tough she never says enough she always hold us down she lifts us when we drown to her we will stay bound she always wears the crown

it was just yesterday waiting for you to say that eternity is not enough but we will give it a go anyway we gave it a go anyway  because nothing else can make us feel this way and no one else can bring the shine of your soul intertwined with mine your soul stays intertwined with mine tangled until the end of time there is nobody for me but you on March 7th my dreams came true on the 7th of March my dreams came true and now its already been a year a relic of love that feels so rare  we walk this earth the perfect pair we will walk this earth the perfect pair wherever you go I will be there a promise I made you today through my response on that thursday and my response on that thursday i knew since the first day and now i reminisce when i say it was just yesterday

different animal same beast different animal same feast the same passion drives these same feet different animal and same old me its not where i come from or where we meet its where i am headed where i aim to be eternal greatness is the legacy so no matter the animal you recognise the beast