My baby's never got to be insecure.
Truth is he is the only one I want to nurture.
My neighbours are just my found family.
My only friends where I live here really.
My home girl is more like a mother figure,
My former home boy was like a father figure,
My two friends are each more like a brother,
My other gals are just each like a sister.
My building is where I feel the least lonely.
My love is why I am now even more happy.
My life is not always the most lovely.
My homies are the ones who make it lively.
My love life is so much better than before.
My love loves me back like it isn't a chore.
Even as I spend time with them, I'll love him,
For with him, life will never again feel grim.
The world drowns us in problems
Then expects us to breathe solutions
In a society that demands whispers of lullabies rocking them to sleep
Whilst we deal with the havoc they wreak
Safe in the silence of their homes
Black women have to deal with the chaos outside alone
The white man's mess becomes the black persons job
Our pay - racism
Seems familiar, reminds you of anything
Maybe, a modern day version of slavery
No rest for the wicked they say
So why are the oppressors still sleeping
The good are punished
The evil rewarded
I guess we just live in a one-sided system
Where being a victim, makes you a villain
Our worth determined by how much blood we pour
The more we bleed, the more we are adored
Our pain is entertainment, they'll never get bored
For them it's like a cure for the common cold
Like an answer to all the world's problems
For them we are a sacrificial lamb
Something to feed off of, then be rid of the scraps
The story of our lives
Used then are blamed for our cries
Then are denied of our rights
To be humans not slaves
A soldiers Plight:
War evil Orders
to murder the innocent
subjugate morals
Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025
Palestine
anticipating
life dying trying to save
death from possessing
Oh Palestine!
your resilient people
hungry in rags still steadfast
steady prayers kept
Justice can’t be served
in Gaza blood soaked stained sands
200,000 lives massacre
Oh Palestine!
your blessed secret smile
purge my mind with good daily
you are my prayers
They kept finding different ways to lynch us
Oh we're still spectacles
They just watch from their smartphones
Watching as we struggle
Watching us be tackled
They don't see us as victims
Just waiting for a pundit
To say we deserve it
Let's not forget about the 13th ammendment
Instead of being slaves they just entered our names in the system
As an excuse to reduce us to numbers
Instead of being slaves we were just labelled as criminals
Technically 'slavery' was abolished
So instead of being whipped
We were punished
With imprisonment
They just found a loophole
A different form of control
Don't get me started on the education system
A place where our history is hidden
A place of division
And preferential treatment
Of a certain race of students
They do it just enough
To remind us of our place in this institution
A constant reminder of how we will never fit in
All because our skin which triggers their racism
If you think racism has ended
Then you're choosing ignorance
You need to be educated
But us black people won't do it
Computer say’s no!
We are trapped in the gloom
Software is broken
The office is a tomb
American tech to you we plead
Save the day and our voracious greed
Look out! Here comes the tumble weed!
We have become a dormant seed.
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
Been cruising along then all of a sudden
Wham! You came up from behind
Behind the great walls of secrecy
Lost my ability to observe
Like how our lives had gotten along
Since life threw us both a curve
We drifted apart without knowing why
Sadly we each took different paths
It matters not coz you're with me again
In spirit oh so I did yearn
To relive those days those halcyon days
Days that were free of care
I'm floating on air as I sing a love song
It's more than my heart can bare
Sadly time has changed many things
From the sweetest times I recall
But just to know that you love me still
They're the sweetest words of all
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
We must not be doomed;
Our life’s nature must not be
A musky Eden:-
We must replow the nation,
And rose-garden democracy:-
Every day, we must
Overcome triumphed-up evil
And its musky sce t:-
Let’s not be tesla-door dashed
Into political hell:-
Remember, each day
Has a wishful tomorrow;
Oppression must not:-
Let’s make our tomorrow sweet;
Void of funky politics:-
Sacred Night – A New Original Modern-day Christmas Carol,
a Collab with Cecilia Crasto
Once again, a beautiful poem by my sister Cecilia Crasto has been transformed into a lyrical Video musical, complete with special effects to convey the story of that historic Christmas night when the Christ Child was born. This New Original Christmas Carol celebrates the timeless spirit of love, hope, and joy that unites us all, regardless of our beliefs or traditions.
I trust you’ll enjoy this heartfelt creation as much as we enjoyed bringing it to life. Wishing my family, friends, and everyone here a season filled with peace, kindness, and good health. May this time of year inspire warmth and togetherness in us all.
A Happy and Joyful Christmas to one and all
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
Been cruising along and all of a sudden
Wham! You hit me from behind
Behind the great walls of secrecy
Lost my ability to observe
Like how our lives had gotten along
Since life threw us both a curve
We drifted apart, without knowing why
Sadly we each took different turns
It matters not coz you're with me again
In spirit, oh so I did yearn
To relive those days, those halcyon days
Days that were free of care
I'm floating on air, as I sing a love song
It's more than my poor heart can bear
Sadly time has changed many things
From the sweetest times I recall
But just to know that you love me still
They're the sweetest words of all
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
Been cruising along then all of a sudden
Wham! You came up from behind
Behind the great walls of secrecy
Lost my ability to observe
Like how our lives had gotten along
Since life threw us both a curve
We drifted apart without knowing why
Sadly we each took different paths
It matters not coz you're with me again
In spirit oh so I did yearn
To relive those days those halcyon days
Days that were free of care
I'm floating on air as I sing a love song
It's more than my heart can bare
Sadly time has changed many things
From the sweetest times I recall
But just to know that you love me still
They're the sweetest words of all
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And I've lost my little old mind
Boris and Hancock heads held high but don't be surprised for they know how to lie
Pockets jingling they have no shame, they don't really find you all the same
Watch your loved ones through a screen or don't see them at all
Boris and Hancock laugh at you all
10 downing street parties on ,creating billions for the monetary fund
While we lock down in the covid bund
Geneticall genocide in a town close to you, come buy your tickets discount for two, Geneticall genocide lockdown your mind cash is dirty don't you find
Geneticall genocide please don't resist hold out your arm the needle is bliss
Geneticall genocide please stay at home nature's no good you have no right to roam
PPE shortage it wasn't really strange it's great to prepare for the genocide game
Profit from suffering please we can't breath it's like a fictional story hard to believe
Mortality rates at yearly highs babies dying in front of your eyes
It's hard to believe they have your health in mind when they go on killing our kind
Boris and Hancock were puppets on strings I only wonder what the future brings
Yes away they walk heads held high
Every government knows how to lie.
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