I am a Failure

I accept that I don’t have to be perfect to be the best.
I know being my best is always better than being the best,
Because there are about 8 billion kinds of “normal”.
The only thing I can ever do 100% every time I try,
Is to be myself.


We are told what to do, by everything trending.
Confined in a box, our insecurities have grown stronger.
For all our eyes have been trained to see is “perfection,”
And sharing normal life struggles has become an abomination.

Here We Are Again

Here we are again On the highway of injustice At the crossroads of racial discrimination At the boulevard of segregation At the checkpoint of black oppression Here we are again Where is the total emancipation you promised us? Where is our freedom to be black? Why do you have us on overwatch on your over…

Take Over

(Inspired by George O. Weah, [POTROL] President of the Republic of Liberia) Take a moment, Take a picture, Take a boy Take a slum Take a ball Take a dream Take the fame Take a game Take a name Take a team Take I.E Take Tonnere Take Monaco Take PSG Take A.C.Milan Take Chelsea Take…

Uncle Musa

I was 10 He was older…a lot older I didn’t know his age, but I know he was older How old? Well, I called him uncle. He used to playfully rub my head and say “my frisky niece” But he would also squeeze the small knots on my chest and say “dey growin oh” He…

Secret Love

“Fast forward, Love worked its wonders
and our hearts drew together like magnets.” –Darcess Dossen, Secret Love


It sucks to be me because I trust too hard, I allow people in my life too easily and then I raise my hopes so high for things I know will never happen. It sucks to be me because I’m a crazy romantic who loves “LOVE” so I meet someone, we vibe well together then,…

AFRICA, My Fallen Comforter

Mama Africa, From your sweet breast of rich milk, Your children have been healthily nourished. Nourished to walk on this struggling road to success; And that success, they’ve always struggled in vain to achieve. For being successful is as high as the peak of the mountain. Truly Mama! Days in, days out, success seems like…

Dear Lover

Dear Lover, I am not as happy as the 18 year old boy who just had his first kiss in the hallway of his mama’s house. I am too young to feel this old, as if love is not for those that grow up as they are supposed to. I run from my daily errands…

Our Fallen Queen

All hail the mother that flourishes in the midst of thorns and torment. The queen stripped of her throne and thrown to her dead yet suffers All hail the fallen Queen, the mother of warriors and princes Who have forgotten their worth and have turned to slaves. Buried their crowns and burned their garment, put…