Needle Of Hardship

A crack on my heart

the taste of salt on my lips.

I see life craving to leave bodies,

I hear the echoes of rumbling bellies,

and strongly, I smell the fragrance of stale promises.

Men wasn't created to be deserted,

but some men find isolation peaceful,

running from stigmatization and racism.

We all deserve love and happiness,

yet, men suffer and die in loneliness.

We have been freely given the gift of freedom,

still, emacipation is a die hard mission.

Slavery has been sugar coated

and gullibly, men race with arms wide open to embrace it.

I tell you, I see a wave,

A wave sailing away the errors pinning,

the echoes of suffering,

the negative energy and dark mindset.

I see a new world of my picture,

changing the current world's picture

and we all begin this journey;

a sweet adventure to our great future.

I am the voice,

the energy and the determination.

I am set forth for a change

and this change begins from us,

from You & I.