Letishia

Earthen homes That scattering of mud huts across the land Gently bloom into the back of my head On the back of my hand I track the paths that I have taken Through the years Smiles and tears Where I haven’t been yet isn’t there. Can we make something out of nothing here? A flower grows upon a hill In between some bitter stones Overlooked and overdone Fate you cannot overcome. Something grows and someone gives A little more than they can take Looking at you looking at the sky; The universe still stays the way it was Before you looked into yourself It’s you who sees through different eyes. And why must the flo

Technicolor skirts hide the ache inside With a symbol of something so untrue A smile doesn’t always mean she’s happy It’s a habit Formed and shaped by mad design and shades of blue. In a world of contradictions, Sky high and ocean deep That’s the favorite color don’t know why Sink into the silence of yourself, and listen Listen to the blood run through the veins. Red of life Be something more Something up and ethereal Floating amidst stars and then Go down, Down into your thoughts So low compared to everything else That really matters in the end; But does it really matter in the end? They said: &#

If the world is ending now, It’s not because of bombs or blood But one hundred million parents forgot to say “I love you” To a crying child And one hundred million lovers misunderstood a word. Meanings skewed, Grassy hues on dirty jeans Scraped with open knees un-kissed; Ring-Around-the-Rosie ends the same way again And millions more suffer losses unseen, unheard Without water While millions more drink Dasani and Aqaufina - Empty bottles strewn on empty streets By empty people with empty tanks While empty corporations Fill their empty lives with green hues Similar to those on dirty jeans The dirty lives of two