Screw You and Your Status

I’ve got so many friends and only 2 say hi to me
I’ve got so many friends and nobody clicks like on me
I’ve got so many friends and they don’t pop up on IM to me
I’ve got so many friends I might not sigh quietly
I’ve got s many friends that this is a site to see
I’ve got many friends and they must be blind to me
I’ve got so many friends and their quiet as my library
I’ve got so many friends they don’t even lock I’s with me
I’ve got so many friends, so, so many friends…am I lying to me?

They’ve got subscribers, some are drinkers some are writers
I’ve got lurkers and hiders, Chinese whispers and biters
They’ve got fervent comments playing blinds
I’ve got fermenting reminders, invites not replied to
I’ll stomp my feet and cry – who – will see my tears
Forget the sum this is status of all my fears
Before this I waited all my years, for my peers
Stalled my gears, now I unleash my drive
Like my status, keep me alive
Go on…click like…let this caged bird sing
It’s not like I try to talk to you or anything

I mean come on now….I’m the sexy one
I’m the one with intellect
You’re just a cheesy ponce why am I receiving negelect
Your’e Times New Roman, I’m the hip Calibri font
Friend Request Me, I’m the one you really want
I’ve got so many friends, so many friends
The news never ends, this blues never ends.
This heart never rends, I am twitter trends
Click like on you …..well that depends
Psyche

Static Selector

She said I was like water like Sister Lauryn

This ecstasy was from a foreign land as she lent her hand to hold mine

Yet she had me in two minds

Communicating between the lines of US and we

But it was the OR steering me to invite a conclusion

Clear confusion cos I had spent the year being the hunter

Gassed up at feeling shunted

Gassed up at feeling like she made me the hunted

Like she could be oxygen for my hydrogen

Wondering if the truth was the truth or was Dwele right again

Yeah Dwele was right again call me the Christmas mistletoe

Mulled wine, puppies and knitwear,

My heart pretended it didn’t care until my poetic prophet penned its inevitable sonnet

So I killed her with my honesty till she confessed in our dying breath

I thought you were what I wanted

 

Struggle with Race

I do not struggle with your depiction of the purpose of my pigmentation

I do not struggle with your conviction that my decisions are indicative of self hatred

I do not toil and bubble with indignation because the objects of my attraction have not met your satisfaction

I do not struggle with race

My gums will not run to denigrate your choice of mate for who I date does not subtract from my self worth

See who I am… is defined by colourless values

Who I am…is defined by my environment where you can never be part of the furniture

Who I am…is purposed to strive and survive and further me before I burnish you

While you hurdle truth, I girdle those matters of fact

That self hate and self hurt comes your own self affliction, you say that you feeling stabbed in the back by convictions?

Well I embraced my predilections and found myself moulded by inscriptions that say it is not the strongest who survive but those who adapt to change

See my values are my reins,

They cannot be a fast track for your gains when you struggle with your inability to relate to my other side

And I will never be colour blind, blinded by colour whether yours mine or any other

Cos Sister this brother, does not struggle with race