I’ll Thank My Lucky Stars At Night

And there was a time I was bitter
A time where all this could have been yours
But you were busy trying to play me. My lord saved me from all your bullets. I’d have dreams warning me about the reality

Today is the day I count all my blessings
Running round town trying to make me feel sour
Stop running save yourself the hours
You most definitely played yourself


Walking on Egg Shells

Days after the setbacks, the Bruise’s, the thickness in the airs

Positivity becomes a choice

Life is a choice.

And If you’ve ever had to

Set foot outside your comfort zone

Then you know this;

Egg shells don’t break your bones

You will carry your skin like elaborated embroidery.

Soul congealed, indurated, woke

And apted you rise

I rest my case