What I Stand For.

By your forefathers, I was forever freed,

But today my disease lies in your greed,

Your two-faced choices, the flaws you deny,

All this truth you’ve willed into lies.

For my ravaged youth, your “masters” were to blame,

But in your hands, I’m broken all the same.

Do you ever dream of stopping all this?

These illusions called justice and sorrows masked as bliss?

If this is the future, then my sight is the past,

For it is unkind, bizarre from first moment to last.

You deny what I became, and spit on what I could be,

You can gaze all you want, but is forward what you really see?

On my earth-kissing knees, I offer this plea:

Do not be the sea that drowns me,

Do not awaken my slumbering fears,

Do not be the bitter cause of my red, gold, green and black tears.

If one word or action is all it takes,

Say or do what madness can never bear.

What I Stand for is more than wealth and land,

More than the freedom you hold in both your hands,

So make me what I ought to be,

Make me Mother Ghana as true as God planned.

 

Loved.

They know, They know of every second I’ve been in pain,

Cursed to live what seems like death,

Tear after tear, I neared insane,

Afraid to face the backward days once again.

Can no one hear my limping thoughts,

Can no one cast away the demons brought forth?

Like the dry seasons that defile my skin,

Love is the air truly worn thin.

What crime did I commit against humanity?

For all I lust after is their unspoken care,

Just as peace that licks our open scars,

And right as God that wrote the stars.

Sorrows may be the artists of my days and nights,

Perfecting the picture of a life without right,

But here I stand with more to say,

With faith that I will be heard someday,

So now I wait,

Wait for the miracles to finally reign, the whitening of sins as red as blood,

And for the moment, that one moment where I’m finally loved.