Monday 17 March 2014

I need variety


Everybody is not one thing.
Claim yourself African, Chinese, Arab, American, British, Japanese or Indian?
We are humanity as one.
Water is my volcanic formation, will later open my letter to wonders of the world.
The space in time I need a variety of images to provoke the art in We.
The human soul in my humanity, the spirit in me shall remain open minded.
I need variety like I need culture, it's good for you.
Geography is the world to me.
Every country you name on the globe I'm there.
Life is not issues in circles created by evil doers that cause them.
There are guns, terrorists, criminals existing here on this Earth.
Lost souls in the epiphany of violence that wants to rule all.
Like a revenge to society.
How can positivity exist if we're angry and bitter at humanity alone?
I can't just be one human in England or one Ghanaian prince of Ghana which I would like to be.
I'm all nationalities combined with sophistication than your Oxford Dictionary.
Artistry on my body defines me, spirituality accepts me like angels awaiting my halo to uplift me.
Variety from drawings in Richmond Park where wildlife rules, young ice creams spill profoundly for pigeons to pick up.
The legacy in these rhymes sonnets verses creating existence to John Keats, Mark Goodwin, Philip Gross, Michael Heffernan, Tatamkulu Afrika, William Wordsworth.
Just imagine beauty being like poetry, I'll sound like an African Shakespeare in your kingdom.
Reciting acoustics on India Arie strings cos the woman I see in brown African eyes is my goddess.
I need variety when life has so much to offer, I need variety like a lion needs prey of survival.
If writing for social change is the case, why not have all performers recite the same dialogues of knife crimes killings in London.
Where oppression never gets old to break the unbreakable glass.
I need variety of things to stay in touch of ideology.
Fast rap like Twista, new and fresh like J-Cole.
In my footwear like Addidas, around the world an international go get it.
No turning back, cos there's a no exit sign behind where I've started.

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