Uhuru F. has written many freelance poetic pieces, as well as
lyrical work for artists such as Chicago native, Anthony M. Inspired by
life, experience & love, these are a few of the many poetic piece
Uhuru F. has drafted.
CHILDREN
The ESSENCE of our existence with a heart as
pure as gold,
The evidence of life in this circle of life untold.
Mirror images of ourselves, once a time ago,
If given the chance to grow as most and as old.
Hands so small and feet soft to the touch,
Echos of their laughter, how could you not get enough?
And to see them taken, aborted, murdered & even sold into disgrace,
We watch our children diminish one by one & show no remorse in face.
Whether they know it or not, I hear their cries,
Frantically searching, should we truly open our eyes.
The apples in my eyes, I refuse to let go,
That childish face...how could I say no?
So I promised this day, to the little ones that's been
To fight a good fight on behalf of the CHILDREN.
OH...MY
BROTHAHS...
Oh...my brothas...don't think for a
second, that I left you out due! As
much as I have love for "oh...my sistahs", I have much love for
"Oh...my brothas" too :)
I am not one to impose my thoughts upon you, but I rather step back to
observe the thought and controlled actions in which you do. Reason
being, sometimes my thoughts and opinions can be both cut and dry,
leaving no room for interpretation between you and I. I am a woman, who
has little patience for foolish things, just as I hate to see you
stressed or fighting amongst unruly situations and beings. You are
better than that, than to deal with what time once left stale...but
continued loose strings can prove deadly when consistently unveiled.
Oh....my brothas, sometimes I...I just want to hold you near, so you are
close to a real woman's heart that understands and not afraid to leap
with you despite your fears. And there are times that I just don't
understand in my head, why you persist to insist that which had been
long left dead. Yet and still, it is none of my business, nor do i wish
to be mindfully part of it. As I told my sistahs...you can't beat a
dead horse when it's already dead, oh...my brothas, some dead horses are
better left alone instead. It has taken me a long hard road to grow as
much as I have, and to realize, some things are better left unshaft.
Oh...my brothas, I know we all have our own ways, and not everyone
thinks like me, come who think what they may. But it is in me to wish
you the best, because i'd like to be the potential one by your side, as
the best is undressed. Oh...my brothas, this is for you, please know
that I do too understand, but some things are left lost when once lost
long ago we shouldn't try undue.
What is the truth when it comes to this world?
Belief in what one says or a mystery untold.
The truth & deliverance, or mother nature around us,
The unfortunate few or the chosen ones.
Reality is an indefinite word with secret meanings,
Only to be defined by us human beings.
And when being defined which we can not do,
We name it other things, you know...a mystery to me & you.
Questions will arise & answers may fall,
But to face the reality is a war for us all.
Not knowing what truth we face is half the battle lost,
Half the battle won, is facing reality...with a cost.
Oh...my sistahs, it has taken me a long hard road to grow as much as I have, and to realize, some things are better left unshaft. To insist and budge your way on things that you can't control...trying to falsely pry in on what's new from that which was the old. Oh...my sistahs, I know we all have our own ways, and not everyone thinks like me, come who think what they may. But it is in me to wish you the best, though I don't know you but by your actions and hostile-nice gesture ways of mis-dress. Oh...my sistahs, this is for you...to understand, I have once been long done, with what you are going through.
