blue sky

Written by: Neo Bridgette Kitso

Stop don’t move
And hold your breath...
Tilt your head into the air
Let the breeze sweep away 
Your worries...

Look into the blue sky,
 the mother of Africa,
 the blanket of comfort 
to the caramel skinned beings 
the well graced lives 
that were cursed by slavery 
and absolute 
neediness...

the very same who silently cries 
and screams for God
when all falls apart
who will swear at nothing
just because that’s how they are

stop don’t move
And hold your breath...
Tilt your head into the air
Let the breeze sweep away
 your tears...

the ones that rolls down
those delicate cheeks of your souls
The ones that rises the dust from
The surface of your worries 
makes you suffocate and drown 
in your sorrow

stop don’t move 
And hold your breath
Tilt your head your head 
into the blueness
let the light
show you home...