Jolomi Amuka Poems
- Do You See Me It's 3: 58am in New York city, My pen ...
- What Are We Fighting For? Since meeting you, I have ...
- Curse Of The Black Gold Betwixt the firmament, and light's ...
- Singing Shadows Chained neck, I'm your wounded slave, ...
- Africa 5years and a couple thousand miles a away, Africa ...
- Note To Self I found your earring on my bedroom floor, The ...
- Hydrate Or Die? Hydrate or Die, Stay strong or cry, What ...
I was born,
To act, and sing,
To dance and speak.
To write and re-write my play.
To inspire a young mind, just for a day.
For someday, when time presses play,
And the movie reel begins its clockwise rotation.
I will know that I had directed the Feth out of this picture, called life. more »
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Do You See Me
It's 3: 58am in New York city,
My pen painting patterns, while my tongue drowns in whiskey.
I heard dines-ties have always been created on tragedies,
Tragedies make the morning news,
And legacies are only remembered if the legend dies horribly.
Two months shy and 6 years away from 30,
My life a catacomb,
Decorated with loneliness and too much self-pity.
My various talents a facade like plaster of paris,
From which my chandeliers fall from these watery walls.
And every few years I meet a certain someone who sends my depression into coma,
Covering me with...