MORE THAN WORDS
A mouth to speak, we all seek
The words of love, we all do to seek
But I say love is above words
Shakespeare wrote and wrote well
But all Shakespeare wrote were just words
Words which can never tell how I really feel
Meaning is a dream,a dream beyond my dreams
What if I had no lips?
What if I spoke no words?
If my tongue was bound to a wall
So many times I wanted to say
It is you that make me go gay
But I can tell you are beyond a dictionary
Your beauty beyond a poem
You are more than words.

bLaCk gIRl

A black girl has been born
Yes a very beautiful girl has been born
Born with indispensable beauty
Born with riches in beauty
Yes a beauty that surpasses that of Venus
She is black,slim and strong
In fact she's pretty and gay
Yes a black girl has been born
Shapely white eyes in a black body
Immaculate white teeth in a black skin
Black hair,black lashes
Yes a black girl has been born
Her bright black complexion
To compare to a black diamond
Makes her the miss universe of her time
Oh,beautiful girl,black girl
Yes a black girl has been born.

yes we can

A road for posterity to follow

That brought an end to anticipations, struggles, and sorrows

A road traveled by the great and mighty

A movement from a past of mediocrity to a future of a new positivity

A movement of liberation from that history

The history of being cast down upon, ridiculed, and seen as God’s backward species

We have headed and will be heading to greater victory

Showing we are not what they think, a prove to our enemies

Inferiority complex, pessimism, and prejudice being the icon of our retrospect

A life labeled with struggles, humiliations, jail, self-doubt and shame

Overcoming we have done, winning, and a new order is what the world should expect

We are finally here, a change that it will never be the same

A change that started for our liberation and emancipation

Is now our strength and cause of inspiration

With nothing the cause of an abhorred recession

A movement from Marcus Garvey, William Du Bois , Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King , Jesse Jackson, Nelson Mandela and Kwame Nkrumah

Is encapsulated into our contemporary Obama

To be continued by the unborn and unsung heroes

From the black-suited-flying-tie-wall-street negro

To the end-meet-making struggling negro in the ghettos of Soweto

From the echoes of “I have a dream”

To the trumpet blowing resonances of “yes we can”

We all can now scream

Because its time and direction of the new man.