Can I tell you a story about the stars?
From the day they chose to burn their skins to light up our skies
To the day they’ll leave our forgotten sky for a place much high
A place they can remain cool as ice and still twinkle their cutest lights
A place they’ll be treated as queens and needeth not fight the street lights to win the busy stare of human eyes
A place they needeth not share their sky with the stylish moon nor the showy sun to ply their selfless plan
And so they will, all one day at our wake be far from nigh
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I watched it rise in my presence
Knowing how its bloom would shadow my existence
A moment regret lives to replay
A moment you seek saving from the very torture that splits your flesh in your dismay
It’s a pity how life plays
But who am I to stop the very orchestra I composed?
So I’ll walk the fool’s way
Listen to my agony play from the doorway
I’ll surrender myself a victim to the blame games
Walk slowly with my head low
Wear a mask of smiles in clear skies
And do my crying in the rain
Then I’ll let nature compose and orchestrate whatever tomorrow holds
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With you my mind finds peace
In your arms, this city becomes an orchestra of silence whispering in the background
In your eyes, I can wish for the sun to linger on forever; knowing my moon hangs where I lay
One look at you and I can wish for no mirrors; knowing I can see my reflection clearly in your smile
You talked me into your heart
You walked me into your soul
You kissed me into your memories
And you nursed my heart in your bosom
You’ll always remain my morning; the very perfection I wake up to.
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She slept with her body spread across three seats
Mouth wide open expelling her exhaustion in an uncomfortable melody
How she made the tattered seats of a 'trotro' a homely niche
And tuned her body to comfort, in the thin air of Accra's laboring heat
Is still a mystery my pursed smile agreed to
I must be the ugliest devil alive if I'd woken her up from that short-lived heaven
So I let my long legs bare the encroaching back seats
As my heart whispered to every next climb not to interrupt the tale of my sleeping beauty
But there came the charming princess (was it not supposed to be a charming prince? Bubble buster!)
Who knocked her out of her slumber (what happened to the magical kiss?)
But then she woke up like she was shell shocked, and made a joke out of everything.
This is a story of an African woman, the one who works so many jobs from a cleaner to a nanny to a chef to a trader to satisfying a husband to bearing the tears of her children and receives the least of appreciations everyday.
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On her right arm a beautiful blue tattoo comes alive
But her face holds a sadness that crushes what her arm strives
In my eyes her perfection was only missing by a sweep of smiles
But if only I had looked much closer I would have seen
That the beautiful flower had a yellow stain within
A message of ‘forget me not’ is all she’s been saying.
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Let's gamble on love
I'll throw in all my heart; if you promise me I ain't dicing on a game of hurts
Throw in anything you want, from selfishness to lust
Watch my heart beat off my shirt
Watch me sweat out my trust in you
Laugh if you want babe; for fear is funny when it's not yours to feel.
When the dice finally settle and you win, you can have all my heart and use it anyway you want
If it settles on me, you can have all you bet with no loses;
But what I need is all your heart on another game; my game, my rules, my play, and that's a game called 'sacrifice.'
Do we have a deal?
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Let’s make a fool out of the world tonight
Allow me to take off your clothes so we can deceive the world the sun is out again
Let me hold you right here in my arms
So when the nights get cold I can strip the clouds from the skies to cover the perfection of your flawless body
Let me kiss away your shyness
Whenever you hold my hand in tune to the melodies of the morning birds
For baby, the stars are out tonight;
They came to catch a glimpse of your twinkling beauty.
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Let's sketch our flaws out.
Paint them on our faces for the world's eyes
and feel no shame;
like the first make-up art of a little girl.
Let's surrender to our imperfections.
Throw out our dirty linen on the busiest alley
Take a stroll over them;
To red carpet our imperfect pictures in the world's gallery.
Let's scream out our fears.
Shout them out in reach of the mountain peaks;
Believing courage stays that high beyond our reach.
Come on babe, who said we have to be perfect?
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Touched by a moment that was accompanied by fear
Surrounded by emotion that holds me here
I cant trust what I see because I know what I feel
I lost all belief in what I know that is real
That moment that touched me turned into years
I was crushed by the weight of all those fears
Life became more than I could comprehend
I held out no hope that there would ever be an end
Anxiety washed over me wave after wave
I was unwilling to remain my anxiety's slave
I searched for answers night and day
I had no other choice but to find a way
It was not easy to walk from the sea
But I found all the answers inside of me
Believe you can heal and put it on the shelf
But remember that belief begins in ones self
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