caffeine muser

Papa em i sanap strong  Wantaim strongpela tingting em i sanap "Just a teacher", they must have said "Just another native" he must have heard "Primitives"  Savages" "Cannibals" "Tree Dwellers" "Wanderers" "Pygmies" "Cavemen" Tasol Papa em i sanap strong! Papa em i sanap strong  Tell me, who else would have stood? With over 800 tounges that were not yet understood And a thousand tribes that individually stood With a culture so diverse He stood up and conversed Boldly, and not easily coerced He walked with purpose and dignity To a thousand tribes he made known Unity His life gave us liberty To us he became royalty The epitome of nobility Papa em i sanap strong He wore the cape of responsibility with diplomacy With a heart full of love to deal with negativity Just a young man who dreamt of all the possibilities Of what it would mean to become a free country No more colonialism, he demanded independence To

The mist along the ocean shore at twilight blurred the outline of the strange island. Bedraggled, battered and woefully tired, my taut muscles achingly conjured the last ounce of strength, dragging my freezing body out of the icy water, all nerves sending electric impulses like lightning bolts shooting all over my body. Religion ridiculed me, knowledge mocked me, governments despised me, perfectionists made fun of me, family disowned me and friends betrayed me, but upon the rock, I found a place to rest. On it I felt strangely safe even though darkness encompassed me and even though the black sky threatened to suffocate me. I vowed to myself never to touch the vast outstretched murky water that lay before me ever again. There I sat on the rock with no soul in sight but the sound of the beating waves against the shore, the slow moaning of the sleeping wind and the darkness of twilight that whispered promises of eventual sunlight. I never felt of such peace before, such security and safe

I cry. I cry everyday. I cry because I'm torn apart. I cry because my brokenness is clear as day, yet they trample over the mess they call me, never bothering to pick up the broken pieces of me that are scattered everywhere because many choose to ignore, while some pretend that I am not even around, that I am non-existent. But I am just alive as they are, can't they see? I eat, I sleep, I move, I talk, I breath. Suffocating in my own mess, tripping over these broken pieces, the soles of my feet always dripping crimson, barely able to take a step forward because I hurt myself every second I try to get up. This is my normal. This is my reality. I am fragile, I am broken, and I do not know who I am anymore. I stare at my reflection, and all I see are cracked pieces of a masterpiece that was once whole. I cannot see myself anymore. He told me I am like her; she told me I am like him. But they do not understand, I do not want to be like anyone. I do not want to be compared, because

A hand reaches out at arms length to dry The tears that always seem to be in her eye We all have problems, please do not be shy There is always a shoulder to lean on when you cry At times when you are on the ground and the sky seems so high You can barely walk and it seems impossible to fly Questions cloud your mind, you wonder why Why the sun comes out no more Why your heart is all sore Why you cannot find the door And the cloud is black as the thunder roars Why demons suck off your joy and come back for more Why you do not have a clear sight of the shore Why it's just not the same anymore He stretches out His arms, this is the shame I bore They spit on me like the trash on the floor Because I was against all that they stood for They cursed me, they despised me, they swore I am the Lion of Judah, but I did not roar Until the ground shook and the curtain tore Not loud like a lion but a hundred times more My death gave you wings so that you can soar A torn curtain, that is your open