I can tell
you this, I can tell you that,
I can tell
you all that I know but to what end?
I can tell
you all, you may hear me
You may not
listen to the hymns played by the voiceless.
I would
lecture you on the struggles that the children live through
But its
subject to your will to lend me your ears if you may.
But years
come and go, just as fast as seconds tick-tock
As one talks
of testimonies never heard before
So we speak
of torments never heard before.
We preach of
the street kid turned pastor.
Preaching
the truth in the street,
trying to
treat the unsaid.
Vacalization
battles with academia
That’s how
simple voices become stale
Speak for
the young as a literal taboo.
So we dance
to our ancestors rhymes.
And move to
our ancestors beats.
Beats beginning
at the birth of our path-
Beats dying
at the end of our path.
What more
can I say?
Shall we all
shut our ears?
Keeping
secrets for all these years.
As part of
us drains…
My love holds
me close, I can feel them close.
My heart
calms me, I feel them in me.
