Some are conflicted
Bounded by fears.
How can you unleash
Your true potential
If you fear failure?
I fell so many times
I’ve even lost count
I had to account
For my actions it was a lesson.
And I got it for no price.
I used to fear the darkness.
Until I had to walk in the dark valleys
Of the shadow, all alone
I had to overcome the challenges
Because it’s part of life.
Some can’t even go to town and hustle
Because they fear what people will say,
So what if you are a vendor, cleaner or
petrol attendant, some people
Waste their time and energy
Worrying about what people will say
About their hustle.
When you’ve been through a lot
Memories you never forgot
A painful thought
Battles you fought
The things you never got.
Just stay strong and never lose hope
We all fighting demons indirectly
Never give up on your dreams
Challenges are the enemy of success.
Counting your failures
Won’t give you any profit.
Work on your art, your dream
You can be a doctor; it’s possible
We all live differently
I’m in a competition with myself
I always gave credit where it was due
Lately, friends are competing
With others unknowingly.
People have become selfish
I used to think black-on-black hatred
It was a myth until I lived in different places
It was never the case
We live in societies that judge
People by appearances and failures
We are so ignorant
The black mind is powerful
But we are divided; it’s awful
I wish we could be too careful
We’ve been spoon-fed poison for years
It’s recurring,
it’s so sad when you hear a Black
Person saying they
won’t support black businesses.
Yet they complain about the inequality of
Wealth distribution.
We are all the wounds
That bleed under
the bandages of the government.
It’s a chess game
The elites always get a cheque
Pockets loaded, superprofits.
Low salaries and high unemployment
Constantly telling us, we should vote.