In times like these

In times like these I live with cuts and bruises that are healed with the truth of sweet verses that nurses and inspires

And reaffirm the right, the God-given right to the skin I wear...

the skin I’m in...

Falling to the floor is the mask I wear...the clothing without slave imprints to tell who i am

Falling... is the mind that is programmed for the western stage

I drop all stereotypes and upheavals and lies about my roots’ struggles and
lies... about ....my faith

To ashes I’ll watch the blaze of hate

In times like these I inhale the incense that burn,

and move to the rhythm of drums and hum to the melody of a new morn

In these times I marvel in gleam of colour, and allow my voice to release the tentacles of prose to weave the fraying fibres of self and heighten minds and

souls to unleash the spiritual being within....

In times like these i plug my ears and flip....
off the board to plunge and be baptised

Once again... to wash, to cleanse, to cure, to love, to embrace

The woman I’m destined to be...

I hope by now you can see... that with....... poetry by my side

I am free....