FixAfrica

What do you do with this cruel loneliness? When there's a vacuum in your soul and your alone is a mess? What do you do on cold harmattan nights, When self loathing and your facial muscles are engaged in a brutal fight? How do you break out of those towering walls Where you built your home and buried in it your heart's pulse? You're now dead to the world Can anyone, the clanking metals of your heart weld? Poor Soul! "'Maybe I'll go for a walk and clear my head you say" But deep within your darkest thoughts you silently pray That you never meet happy lovers or hear your heart resonate the truth Or else,you start a candid analysis of your life and your wasted youth. "Maybe I'll eat well and workout more So I gain the voluptuous body all the men adore" I hope you find hope in yourself when your body is sore Oh how you forget so quickly that self-acceptance is bae. And that Baby, you're perfect in every effing way

                                                  Photo credit: google  She is the two faced laughing jackal that haunts you in your dreams. You see her everyday Maybe not… Her mournful wailing deafens your senses And her agony is out of this realm. She bleeds from the cuts of her own claws And she feeds on the pain like a famished lioness with her kill in the Kalahari She hungers for change that is not here She hungers for a place that is not near. Look how she wears her scars with grace And plunges her horns back into her heart like a dagger. She bleeds slowly not to her death She bleeds slowly to her survival With an uplifted face and uplifted hands She is the silent one you never see in a crowd. She is the aura and peace you pray for Calm and collected like the still waters of the Nile She is strangeness in perfection And your direction in a thunderstorm You can taste the light she radiates And yet…her eyes are ripples of fa

I cannot recollect the number of times I have found warmth in you… You understand my battles and you hear the echoes too The echoes in these walls where nothing ever happens Where hopes evaporate and happiness has fled And every day is a nasty war, bloodier than before. You have heard my chanting through the night Praying and crying for redemption from life’s sinking sands I find no peace here, I find myself in pieces here. So I run to you for comfort Alas I am weary and the tissues of my heart are worn out Worn out from the journeys they wished I had traveled in pursuit of love and the luxuries of life. Reignite my passion to live on without fainting Maybe I aimed too high.  Maybe I deserve the low I like how your waters burn my skin My skin reddens as I groan in pain But I crave your touch…It is the only reality I understand. Maybe happiness is not for everyone…. I learn this every day.