SHE

she kinda like the gal who Henrie Mutuku calls 'manzi wa nguvu'
she is the gal that made Jay-Z make the song cry
she is so gud that Drake would tell her she the best
she...
she does her hair like Keyshia Cole
she got the diva swagga than MIA and Beyonce put together
she has a smile brighter than Halle Berry's
she...
she is the gal that could have a beautiful struggle for like Talib Kweli did
she is the gal who shops at the sky mall coz she is fly like that
she is the gal that rocked Michael Jackson's world
she...
she is awesome, Barney Stinson would tell her twice
she is so hot she would make Lil Wayne call the fireman and
make Mrs. officer to shut off her siren
she...
she is so blessed like Mavado
she is 'Ms independent' that would draw Neyo 'closer'
she will be loved by Maroon 5
she...
she is royal like Tarus Riley would describe her
The Dream said that out of a 9 shawty is a 10
she would make you do everything like Marques Houston
she's made me make the difference like Ginuwne
she...
she could make you be a truant and sneak out like Nelly going to the mall for J's
Kanye West told her she straight from Flight skul
ii only she could just gimme the greenlight John Legend would be happy for me
she...
she got it STL said that we wanna know about it
she is like Shontelle with my my t-shirt on
she is deeper than Hip Hop that Common used to love her too

MY CLANDE

I go through her all the time
Just like a thespian goes through his lines.
She's the addiction I just can't stop,
I try going cold turkey on her
But nothing seems to work for me.
It's funny because I don't really want to stop.
As she seethes in my bloodstream and soothes my soul
I feel alive, more alive than I've ever been.
Starve me,let me go thirsty but don't
I beg you, don't deny me her simple pleasure.
In the words of Dead Prez,
When she hits,you feel no pain,
Because her gains come with no pains.
I feel very deeply about this love,
This clandestine relationship that we have,
But it can never be thought of as a fling.
If Poetry heard about this arrangement
She would be jealous,it would break her heart.
A lot of people have used her and dumped her
But that doesn't matter to me,
She has gained a value with her old age
The more they use her and dump her
The more I love her and appreciate her.
She never PMSs, never lets me down
When I need her, I just give her a holla.
She is all the things I love and more
But don't tell Poetry you heard me say this
Because she would be jealous of my clande...
...HIP HOP

I GOTTA...

I gotta read about how I matter to him
I gotta read about how her life looks dim
I gotta read how the life he never had became my dream
I gotta read how her chances of living are slim
I gotta know why he has to cry for me to smile
I gotta know why we have to go the extra mile
I gotta know what goes on in her little head
I gotta know what made him choose her instead
I gotta see where she comes from every morning
I gotta see if she can swim without drowning
I gotta see if we were made for each other
I gotta see if this could become a bother
I gotta think if the if the insults are necessary
I gotta think coz I forgot our anniversary
I gotta think before I act and regret my decision
I gotta think if they are worth my attention

VANITY FAIR

Self praise may work but I aint looking for that
Constantly in search of that which proves my worth
You see I like to think of myself as somewhat deep
But the pressure that surmounts me makes me trip
I can't constantly keep up with your perceptions of me
So I think its time to define who I seem to be
Am searching for this image that's seconds away from my grasp
But instead I gather superficiality in my clasp
Why is everyone so wrong in their definition?
And why does everyone have to have an explanation?
See, it puzzles me how there has to be a right
When my answer is equally tight
Disclaimer: The above mentioned do not reflect the views of the author
So what does it reflect, the views of your non existent brother
I have but only one thing to say
Judge me not lest with your life you shall pay
For the sins of your mind
And the indiscretions of your tongue
Shall become the scratch in my pride
And the venom in my fangs

SWEET POISON

He said everything he loves is killing him
Cigarettes, Jack Daniels and caffeine
But one man's poison is another man's pleasure
Enough to become a woman's treasure
So irresistable that they cannot wait
to taste it and savour it till its image is taint

If you haven't figured it out by now, you're daft
You are a joke and when I saw you I laughed
The inverted V that ends them to the Kth street
makes them itch and scratch till they bleed
a bloodless shower Marshall likes to call drips
They call you "mheshimiwa" , holla at my peeps

THE OXYMORON OF AGE

She has a gift for rhyme
Something I've been searching for for a long time
The work of a thirteen year old
So clueless, so passionate, so bold

COLORS

What is the true definition of color
That who is known as black would be capable
of less or more if he were called white or yellow
I feel the land weeping to me to stand up and be proud
Proud of who I be
Defend my heritage and my roots to my grave
For a tree is not a tree without its roots
But the roots are, even without the tree
So brother and sister walk with me
on this path of enlightenment
Let us break these chains of prejudice
And hold our heads high in pride of where we are from
Let us hold our hands together worldwide
And fight against imperialism,degrading speech and downright stupidity
Let us regard skin color for what it really is...skin color
Come with me as we follow in the footsteps
of great Black men that walk the earth
We shall not be judged by our skin but by our abilities
Infact we shall not be judged at all
We shall weap for what the Black man has suffered
But be proud of the great things he is achieving
The fist is the symbol of the Black man and liberation
Let me see your fists in the air high and mighty

TAMING OF THE SHREW

When it rains, it pours
And when she flies,she soars
She makes me really high
Like ganja stuffed in blueberry pie
This feeling seems to be surreal
Like a fat kid refusing a chocolate treat
I love spending time with her
Its like riding in the back of a phantom coupe car
And when it dawns that I have to part
I hope and I wish but for a moment longer it would last
There is no confusion,she is who i desire
For everything in these lines it is she who inspires
It seems cupid holds a magazine and not a quiver
For I was shot eight times and now I shiver
But like a cat I reserve my nineth life

Because this is what I will share with her on cloud nine

CONFUSED?

Confusion...

A world where up is down and down is up,topsy turvy

Where nothing works as expected.

A place where the pleasant dreams

could become the worst nightmares.

A street where teenagers frequent

A "baze" for the guys who had a little too much

to drink last night

You don't quite get the flow of things

This is what the hawker and matatu infested

streets have been reduced to.

The aftermath of a 7th August explosion

A chick who has been dumped, or worse yet,

a chick who is paged

Ahh...yes.A state of mind that can be overcome,

with the simple swing of a time piece

The shrink tells you it's all in your head!

What right does he have?

Maybe he is the one who's confused,

Trying to find answers to questions nobody asked.

Confusion...

Maybe I am confused writing this

UNTITLED

Seasons come and go,but I never grasp any of them.
But there was my sweet,beautiful season
The best of them all
A combination of all seasons
Like spring,it caused a lot of things to blossom
Much like winter which brought shivers down my spine
and gave me cold feet
At a point my season was as beautiful as summer
It caused a lot of sunshine in my life
Ahhh,then came autumn that caused everything to fall
This was indication of the cyclones,
The beginning of the end.
Which brings me back to the beginning,
Seasons come and go,but I never grasp any of them

THE THINKER

He breaks into a thin sweat on his temple
as he walks past you in the street,
His head always to the ground.
You met him at places you never even imagined
Then again it feels like you meet him everywhere
You rack your brain trying to figure out
who he is and where he is from.
You look at the mirror and then
it hits you,everytime he walks past
you,it feels as though you share a soul,
as though you are one.
Things are becoming clearer now,
You don't always meet him but instead you carry
him along
A thinker...

UNTITLED INAUGURATION

I am
Because I AM is,
I AM is God
I am God's son
Therefore,
I am Brian God