Funkekeme Akposeye

The apparitions of a lost mind
From the dark corners of my aporetic void mind
I have come to realize as i look into their eyes
That it' s my right to live life bright
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Have you given birth?
If you have written poetry then you have
It doesn ' t matter if you are young or old
Man or woman
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Work on me, walk with me and
find things I lost long ago
Always in my heart, for you I will
rinse my tears
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It is that time again for all we have lost
to be regained and our weaknesses to be
streghtened and bent choices to be
straightened.
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Say it, say it, say it
I want to hear it from your own lips
Hold me, hold me, hold me
I want you to know that you own me
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If hands could speak
Or better yet just yell
Some would weep
Or better yet just peel
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Black and white, our favorite
colors, i write to feel alright, but
it's hard to write right, my
favorite duress, its my plight
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A prostitutes prayer
We all know life isn ' t fair
As she runs her hands through her hair
She has decided to live her life with no
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I am tomorrow
I am today
I am yesterday
I am what must come
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I remember the days past, the
years past they all passed so fast
as I take a walk on memory lane
my mind remembers the rains,
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I know I have to hurry to catch
the morning train
although I train my mind to
forget, I still feel the pain of the
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I am awake on my bed but i did not even
sleep last night because of my broken
heart that bleeds all night.
What can the preacher preach that the
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I am in a place in my life
Where there is no going back
I am an African, a real black
And i can only pray
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My life is on the edge
A leap forward in time
And I may be on the verge
To shine
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I am one with the divine in time
I shine in darkness and light
It was late at night
Someone decided i should wait
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We are the children of men
That is why all we do are omens
But we can change
Can i get an amen
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My home! ! ! my village! ! My
zone! ! ! My heritage! ! !
slowly transforming into a town
as I pray and dream of it turning
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Sitting on my rocking chair, I
write from the perspective of a
wheelchair thanking God for
open doors and cursing people
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If life is pain then be the release
If life is sorrow then create joy
If life is sickness then be the
cure
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I got a pen and a paper and am going to
use it
I know hip- hop and Afro and am going to
fuse it
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