Picture art by – Oluhyperclassical
Poem by – Presholives
All we do is work
waking up around
4am to avoid traffic taking a 30 secs bath
and forgetting to eat breakfast is our normal routine.
Paper works all the way
Pen and white sheets have become our friends
Our fingers never leaves the our Laptop keyboard
The internet has also become our best friend.
Parties,Clubbing are our old friends.
We hardly have time for those.
All we do is work work work!!!
but we love it anyways because the pay is worth it!
You came into my life like a breeze
A part of this breeze whispers friendship, but the other part whispers love.
I became confused, wiggled
and wrestled for an answer
but I couldn’t get one.
I needed answers to my
But now I think
I’ve gotten an answer
We were meant to be best buddies.
You think no one’s watching???
Hey! Turn around
You see them?
They are watching you
They want to know your next move
They want to know what you’re up to?
What’s your next decision?
Don’t give up!!!
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Heads up high
Glory to glory
No long story
Shining black body
Haters Looking frowzy
Skies becoming cloudy
Cuz we’re black,we don’t slack
Our chin don’t crack
Still we don’t shout
And matter how they try,we still don’t sag.
Black women ryde!!!
– Presh Olives