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