Outlinning Life's Big Contradictions.
Everyday my strength unifies and reconnects to my innner spirits hidden strengthen. Life is teaching me that there isn’t another voice wiser than the one speaking deep inside of me. Everyone must die and be placed underneath my feet, as mulch for my strength and unity growth to sprout freely.
I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.
First I release the words weighing upon me.
Do you ever see a person like an apple in a tree?As the apple that’s delightfully sweet, it hurts to be eaten when you wanted to be free.Nourished me up from a seed, only to be consumed oh what a terrible dream
Do you ever see a person like an apple in a tree?As the apple that’s delightfully sweet, it hurts to be eaten when you wanted to be free.Nourished me up from a seed, only to be consumed oh what a terrible dream.
Dancing to a linguistic drum, gazing into the Rising Sun. On the road towards Emancipation. Strong as the African Sun, Freedom Day has truely just begun.
Big Contradiction 