as a chorus of growth and empowerment.

 

Thoughts become relevant,

in opposition to benevolent ways.

Far behind me are my self-destructive days,

that phase.

 

Our existence is melodic.

A gift.

Still upon it,

we place expectations and material needs,

all this feeds society's greed.

 

Rhythm is power,

and in that crucial hour,

I feel the flow of courage to say no,

to shepherds of weak sheep.

 

A soulless being is no being.

 

We need to be being, more honest about this human race.

A race undefined by the colour of our face, the god we believe or the views we don't share.

Warfare emerges from ignorance in this place.

 

Our one world, in rhymes, might see better times.

Emerging from our song an understanding of right from wrong.

Rhymes saved me, saved many, so I hold my pen to save more,

lay here on my floor, rhyming our better world.

 

See even as a young girl I see what's wrong.

Why war and this politics don't belong.

All these people of power set to devour.

Our melody.

 

We must spit back verses of power.

Empowerment beyond violence.

Bring rhymes to existence.

Show united resistance.

In our rhymes.