a 10 inch afro

Walking home from work then I saw a young lady all smartly dressed and rocking a big afro, I loved it, she reminded me of me about five years ago, when I was always between hairstyles and I would toy around with going oh natural, I would do it for a few weeks, but the up keep of plaiting and greasing at night would drive me crazy.

#247 Big Hair

She walked towards me

tall and proud

her hair stood ten feet tall

I was in awe

it was in an afro of sorts

type of thing I use to wear

when I was myself

not trying to conform

I loved her style

afro with a little lock and twist

then a scarf pulling it off her face

this is the beauty of our race

the versatility we have

to make things

that are considered bad

look so damn good

I loved her style

she reminded me of me

when I was free

and my hair truly represented me

Why make plans at all?

posted fb 08/10/13

#246 plan

Making plans

list of things to do

that don't always get done

so carried through

to another date

making a date with

something you haven’t done

air marked as important

so then you can put it on the top

hoping to do them first

some things never get done

somethings just hang around

in limbo

after a while the significance

is lost that thing you didn’t do

just didn’t get done

guess it wasn’t that important then

mimicking  best laid plans

Beautiful Nubian girl on the train

I was on the train and I saw a beautiful young lady. The true beauty was that she had no idea quite how beautiful she was.

posted fb 01/10/2013 should have been 30/092013

#240 Dark and Beautiful

She was dark and beautiful

yet she never knew

never been told how beautiful

you would think by now she knew

this must have been what it was like

running along with the phinx

beautiful nubian kings and queens

like a long cool drink

dark and beautiful

never been told that before

sad, that’s how she was grown

dark and beautiful

I want to tell her now

she wouldn’t believe me

she would just ask ‘How?’

Spoilt children grow into spoilt adults

Children who are spoilt, inevitably turn into spoilt adults who find it difficult to adjust to the fact that they are not that special.


posted fb 27/09/13

#238 Spoilt Rotten

I am a monster

I come from hell

abused as a child

I am locked in this spell

I don’t have a blue print

So I follow any path

of an abandon child

I am that angry

been angry all my life

I don’t nurture

I destroy

look at me

I am that spoilt little boy

Making it easy for the feds

posted fb 01/09/2013

#241 Monitor ME?

I monitor myself

there is no need to monitor me

I put my likes and dislikes

for all the world to see

ask me where I have been

I will upload a picture so you can see

I monitor myself

I am the feds dream

who do I know ?

what is the link ?

I will explain to you

it is all on my fb page

how sersync

what am I up to ?

am I playing games ?

how much time in front the monitor

how lucid is my mind

this is what they monitor

they’ve been doing for some time

what have I read ?

what do I know ?

what’s my favourite place to go ?

what do I like to listen to ?

what do I eat ?

If I am not posting on my wall

I will happily tweet ?

Trying to make a decision

posted fb 02/09/2013

#242 Hard decisions

Hard decisions

don't come easy

if it was easy

it would be a breezy

hard decisions

are as the name implies

keep you up all night

make you wonder why

how can it be so difficult

to make up you mind

it is an efficient machine

this is a simple test

make up your mind

make it up now

no more sweating

or furrowing the brow

you’re not a stuffed bear

you have a brain

thinking should be easy

it is like a game

make a decision

make up your mind

do it quickly

as you are running out of time

Parliament Square

Posted fb 26/09/13

#236 Parliament Square

I saw a fine brother walking

by parliament square

one early morning

I wanted to toot my horn

and say ‘big up yuhself my youth!’

but that wouldn’t be correct

that would be uncouth

so I watched him get smaller  

in my rearview mirror

as I reflected how far we have come

it was just the other day

we were being sold

and traded

our lives were not our own

it was just the other day

when we were kings and princess

how far we have come

climbing up

and climbing down

it’s still a long way

our feet not touching the ground

so remember we were once great

so remember we were once slaves

it can all revert to either on any day