Reason

You’e reading all the books that can be read to find purpose in your bed.  You sleep with lonesome.

The greatest gift that life could give to you, was your age…and every single thing that you do.

I’ve been getting older, and i tried to leave my youth behind… through a sense of shame. 

Sometimes its just a bit of laughter to keep the blues away.

In all the clothes you like to buy, you think the earth is keeping it’s watchful eye on all the traits you’ll never really hide. In all the words you speak a loud to keep your ego proud. 

I’ve been getting older, and i tried to leave my youth behind… through a sense of shame. 

Sometimes its just a bit of laughter to keep the blues away.

I don’t know why, there’s a right, or a wrong, or a reason. 

The teachers taught you not to swear. They told you not to wear your hair in the way you always wanted to.

Your mother told you not to shout, she told you not to raise your voice about the things she didn’t want to hear.

I’ve been getting older, and i tried to leave my youth behind… through a sense of shame. 

Sometimes its just a bit of laughter to keep the blues away.

Gaps

She was young before she got old she had more than she could hold. She was high, before she got low. She thought hold this world, but little did she know that her mind would implode.

Tears they roll, down the cheeks of a girl who was too overwhelmed by the weight of it all 

She would laugh and she would cry but with her head always in the sky. Dodging trip wires of freedom, holding on to all she believed in. 

But, give her more time, she will find her freedom. In the gaps left between them, beneath books, no she did not read them. Well, she didn’t even need them. 

Sticking to people with soluble glue,

‘what will we do with you.’

Her body isn’t yours to leave your dirty dinner plates on. Please just take yourself off at the nearest bus stop. Please tell me, is she remembering to sleep and does she get enough sleep, and rest, and repeat. 

But, give her more time, she will find her freedom. In the gaps left between them, beneath books, no she did not read them. Well, she didn’t even need them. 

Sticking to people, with soluble glue.

‘What will we do with you.’

Another

Well, I’ve woken up again in your bed. It’s so comfy that i dont think I’ll lay my head on another.

I’ve spent days on days in this time capsule space that i dont think I’ll ever see another.

I know that you don’t like to wake till mid morning, cause it makes you tired and fills your days with too much yawning, I know that you know that i dont like to be alone so i hope that you dont find another. 

I’m so tired, and you are too stubborn. Too afraid to speak because your floorboards are too weak to house this truth from one and another.

Im pushing India ink into layers of your skin, hoping hard that i dont end up poisoning you. Our eyes become hazy empty cups make us lazy but I’ll always find room for another.

I’m so tired and you are too stubborn. Too afraid to sleep because your floorboards are too weak to house this truth from one another. 

Your hair smells like strawberries and cigarettes and your brothers trying so hard to help you quit it. He’s just as bad as you, smoking out the window in his bedroom so you don’t crave yourself another. 

I’m so tired and you are too stubborn. Too afraid to sleep because your floorboards are too weak to house this truth from one and another. 

Sisters

Waves. They push and pull you in, just like the African air is so thin. 

Sun. It radiates our skin, has cradled us since the beginning. 

How. is all this meant to work, we’ve lasted this long on this earth. 

Time. has questioned our worth, has made it blossom from it’s birth. 

Be my sister hold my hand hear my whispers together we stand. 

Children running around in bare feet,

running round they live so carefree,

parading round like they are kings and queens,

they built this land from the leaves of our trees

Be my sister hold my hand hear my whispers together we stand.