The hard case poet playing pool, pairs transgender with bender and forces his rhyme. Its not the first time the critique has had him in handcuffs.
The trial continues long after a conviction of community disservice. His muse hears footsteps after dark, walks the long way home to avoid the park; hates the small scar just below the cheek, takes another lifetime before she could speak about it to anyone.
Ever wonder why the self-proclaimed "greatest nation on the planet" runs a financial structure that promotes total slavery?
Attending college to get a job where one can: a) manage someone else's money b) count someone else's money c) build someone else's business into a more powerful entity d) learn and enforce laws created by people long dead, or unaffected by the laws they have made e) teach these laws to other people's children f) "insert your 2 cents here"
The system attaches food, shelter, clothing, , benefits for one's...
Since naming, blaming and shaming Has become an aberration in Nigeria, And because holding the scepter and crown Accountable is counted as insolences,
We must learn new ways of singing praises. We must learn by heart The names of the cronies That has piloted Nigeria to such great height
Behold the catalogue of potentates That did not misrule Nigeria at all; They did not loot our treasury with reckless abandon. They are our national heroes That helped us to build our nation Into what it is today.
I’M FROM A PLACE WHERE WE ROCK OUR SWORDS IN OUR BACKS LIKE MEDALLIONS WEARING EVERY PAIN WE FEEL AS SOME SACRIFICE WE’RE MAKING CARRYING AROUND BURDENS LIKE SWEET MEMORIES CROWDING UP OUR SPACES OUR FONDEST MEMORIES FILLED WITH FEAR AND REGRET MISSING OUR MOTHERS I’M FROM A PLACE WHERE LOVE IS SOMETHING TO BE WEARY OF RATHER THAN KEEP YOU COMFY KEEP YOU WARM AND CUDDLY THAT’S NOT IDEAL FOR US LOVE KILLING YOU SLOWLY BREAKING YOUR HEART DOWN PEELING BACK LAYERS LIKE CLOTHING LEAVING YOU NAKED ...