love, me.

where have we been? where have we gone?

up to this moment, what’s right and what’s wrong?

in suspension, so apprehensive.

the only thing i can do, is be the one who loves you.

all trust has been lost, so we start from zero.

counting the cost, and becoming your own hero.

everything is a blur, illusions abound.

no running, no jumping on the merry go round.

the light and the dark, the good and the bad.

the joy in your eyes, the ache when you’re sad.

the gifts and the talents, the pain and the malice

the temptation to just throw the whole thing away

easily be the victim and everyone else is to blame.

but you made the choice, chose to hide and not voice,

the power and sovereignty you submitted to formalities.

to gods and men, both white and black

until it was your self that was under attack.

deconstruct, decolonize, denounce all you know,

just a seed that’s been planted and starting to grow.

your roots will grow deep as you stretch for the sun,

Spirit and ancestors shield their precious chosen one.

breaking curses, chains and traditions of men,

like a phoenix you rise, a star in the heavens.

gratitude, breathe and release the trauma,

surrender, love and flow through the drama.

you are beautiful, wonderful so creative and free,

you’ve finally learned to love, me.