If only heads could talk

If only heads could talk

Moaning and groaning you’ll hear

And how she prefers his hands

Her hairs through to pass

If only the winds be still

The gorgeous walk of her branches you’ll see

Where the bats fly over to the market

Their gossips underneath those broad boughs reveal

If only heads could talk.

I am content

I look at them

I am content

The way he made us

A little lower but his image

I am content.

His abode to dwell

A friend to share his plan

A tower, fortress, shield and sword

And in the scorching sun

Content I am

The way he has made me.

We will get there

We will get there:

A smile it can be

A path in the mind

It can’t fathom

Nor there the eyes see,

Only others around you

When them, it influences positively.

Burrow Into My Cover

You burrow into my cover like a worm

To reveal the inside

My identity

Who said I share?

In it, do you want to be submerged?

Past And Present

Like English spoken in England

And Nigeria or Jamaica

Side by side I stand

With my past and present

Different like the different lands

From which their people come

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A Blue Bird

A blue bird

In a green grass

A jump jump

Into the blue fence

On the green grass

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I Need You Green

I need you, green

Your yellow

To have green

With my deep blue

To have green:

Not deep like my blue

But light like your yellow.

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