She was no far than ten

Human like me

He is Black

I know it is my voice, my noise, my cries

and i don't speak for a thousand me, just the one i know;

For in a thousand i loose the voice i haven't found,

The fire i haven't ignited

I know how i sound and it not a sign of weakness

Yes, tears

But not threatening;

I have an identity,

One which I have be bearing;

By how far,

I say a million

Thundering steps, stumps, thuds,

Hit the ground, destroy you worshipping maggots.

The roots are lifted, tasted before rendered "you-less"

and you have not a family, not the tree, just as they don't agree.

It feels strange now, 

To have you feel slaved and young all again

Scream your momma, she can't hear

I screamed mine while you buried my head,

Comfort your battle,

You haven't lost, i clipped your wings as you clipped mine.

In a twinkle, a blink, a mere passage of time, crippled by you;

Folded and stashed like a cloth that you see fit;

Hostile to the truth and you steal him,

His life, his right, his surviving fight,

That he is black doesn't put a bullet his in heart just as fast.

DARK NIGHT, BLACKED EYES.

Spent most of my days dwelling in shelter

A roof over my head and pains inside it's walls

Days turned years, years took me far from home and taught me to swim on my own

I froze during cold times and begged for calmness during stormy nights

I wished the fiercer fire that burned was in  a love that everyone would remember

The heat drove me crazy, I grew with this feelings of wild sovereign desire to find mine

And thereof I lived dreaded in reality, pulling myself from companies with less love to provide than comfort

Endangered my humanity to fake it as I was required to, playing like the king and Queen would usually do

I drunk peace in the abyss of my dreams, entered and not so deep into the drowning of it's fantasies

The night during the day brought rest of heart in it's sleeps and the battles I witnessed haunted my heart in the darkest of the night

While I play dead most times, resounding bangs of the fist of man claps hard around my ear walls, and out beats the pounding of my heart as it race fast

Of other encounters, my loud cries weren't noise enough to make my world settle.

In vivid explanations, I was tearing apart in a broken home

And in seeking to find and glue pieces back together, it just will only rain arguments and insults; blames and curses on high pitched voices

I feared staying awake to seeing my own precious victor's cry their innocence and wet the bed with pure drops of tears,I felt responsible to keep my tears flowing without a loud sound of wailing, endured one nights and more others.

The love I knew to find and relate to were in the pieces of the past memories

I troubled my progress with instant reminders of what manner of broken pain my heart sheltered.

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Featured post; The New Beatitudes by Charles Sweet, Founder of SEEDS.

The New Beatitudes:

Blessed are those who feel compassion in everything. The empath who never run out of love. Who understands that sometimes compassion hurts yet never turn away...
For theirs' is a peaceful old age. Their heart will know no regrets as they close their eyes in death. Angels shall spray a generous dose of confetti, rain shall fall ever so slowly and the trees and flowers shall all be regaled and lost in the dance of the divine as their soul takes a bow. 

Blessed are those who understands that their destiny is bound with the destiny of others. They have exchanged earthly place for celestial treat  and shall dine with gods. Welcome! To God's banqueting hall.. 

Blessed  are those who are in hourly contact with realities, who do not ass-u-me, or speculate, who are not carried away by the noise in a dead world,  for they shall never be taken by surprise. 

Blessed are you when you understand fully the harsh realities, the unemployment, the hunger, the pain, the cut-throat competition, the greed,  the tears of hungry kids and are willing to be kind and to show you care to a brother man.... 
You need no other reward than a sleep which in all the world no syrup can medicine thee! 

Blessed are you if you understand the criteria for loving your brother man. He who has love has everything!
He who is full of ego should be prayed for... 
Forgive them then brothers, for they know not how dim their hearts are.. 
Remember these ones in your silent prayers. 


©Charles Sweet
Founder SEEDS
Lagos
chxsweett@gmail.com
08186797465

I don't belong here!

I don't belong here, find me in the impressions of my fellow people:
Dress, as their eyes roll upwards to the highest strand of my hair;

Speak as they persuade my intonation.
Every thought they carry, I feel all and at the very closeness of my skin;

After all, I don't owe the world, I'm here to prove that it owes me.

To my people who will not leave my air unsanctioned;

And to the soil under my feet unswept, I don't belong here.

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