Michael Ordia

Beneath the dark corner, she lay there
Love was the gift wrapped with fear
Gone were the days smiles were rocking
Now and then his fist did the talking.
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When I say black colour
I speak of the first and purest in the world
A colour they call negative, evil and of death
Black art, black magic, black man.
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When you see a poet
You see life at its best
He understands nature better than the first man
He sees the soul of all living, and inanimate
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Through the darkness
Through the dancing flame
When faith was madness
In this drenching rain
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Love was all he tried to carve
Due to rejection he was left to starve
He crowned you his queen, his only muse
You fed him theatrical words, he was being used
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They sought chemistry
We made art.
Love birds on the tree
We're bats.
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I am Africa
I am the first of our kind
I am history
I am tales a million years old
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I thought I could be strong for you mama
To endure the pain and drama
The countless whips on my naked body
The tears that flow all night.
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I have seen God.
Her head raised high, poised and beautiful
Smooth skin that seems to control nature in her veins.
In her was history, the first, the genesis.
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Beneath the tattered roof with rays of disquietude peeping is where you will find me
My feet swollen because I have no sandals
My clothes are torn and you can see my flesh
Tightly attached to my bones like leggings.
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Mama, what does it mean to be free?
To think and act on your own?
If they free our skin will they free our minds?
Will we learn to love and appreciate one another?
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Poets are murderers
Yes we are.
We are teachers of the ultimate truth
We enlighten the universe of the foundation of life
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The street taught me to be happy during good and bad times
To share my pain with friends during the day and night times.
The streets also taught me that easy money is good money
My friends, with latest designers and hottest girls in the hood
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If I could make you see
The depth of my heart with your prints on it
Carved perfectly round the walls, the reason I breathe
If I could make you listen
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Dear Faith,
Why is the world a scary and confused place to live
What is our purpose? Are we pawns in your hands
Why should we pay for the devil's sins?
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Mama, how hard was it for you
To walk through hell with a smiling face
Why didn't you run? Why didn't you run?
Your scars and screams were our dinner
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A little here, a little there
Her glamorous eyes filled with fear
A nymph I can't compare.
A little love, a little touch
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Through the rough roads and scary nights
We're like monsters when we fight.
We're dumb but speak through our hearts.
We conquer all darkness and ignite.
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In the heart of Yellow with black stripes
Where love is a business deal
Lips are wrapped with lies
And kindness is a sin.
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