Ca·thar·sis (When I Write...)
a free-style
©2010 K. Omodele
When I write, I:seal long–time wounds in my soul
try stitch a heart that’s been torn
mend this conscience I've worn...
When I write, its like:
slitting my wrists when I vent
scribbling blood with my pen
I'm awakening each sense…
slitting my wrists when I vent
scribbling blood with my pen
I'm awakening each sense…
When I bleed through my pen, its like:
purging away old stabbing pains
watching them swirl down the drain
then lifting my face to more rain...
purging away old stabbing pains
watching them swirl down the drain
then lifting my face to more rain...
I word to di riddim of drums when I write!
I sound di Abeng from plantations when I’m right !
draw power from villages and slums, passage rites!
I sound di Abeng from plantations when I’m right !
draw power from villages and slums, passage rites!
I AM
Tom Feelings when I write/
Count Ossie when I write/
When blind, more sight/ when dark, more light/
my stain, my plight/my pain, my fight/
I create a unique, lyrical mural -
when I write...
I am right.
Tom Feelings when I write/
Count Ossie when I write/
When blind, more sight/ when dark, more light/
my stain, my plight/my pain, my fight/
I create a unique, lyrical mural -
when I write...
I am right.
©2010 K. Omodele
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