I feel that poetry/spoken word is one of the most beautiful forms of communication. I am a man with too many thoughts and not enough time to express them all.
Oh Motherland why do you bleed?
It must be painful to watch a war between
your own seed.
How can I smile when 2/3 of me have been
oppressed? Yet I am told to just hold my head
up and do my best.
You carry the burdens that have been placed on you.
Your eyes are blinded thinking what you see is true.
Your direction is controlled by the harness in your mouth.
I've seen a flower whose petals refuse to fall.
I've seen a woman who looks like a beautiful queen doll.
I've seen the majestic eagle soar across the sky.