I can tell you

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.