“We are what this world refuse to carry. So we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves.”

I am not what I write but I want to be.

It’s not sad/ that you choose/ to keep yourself in/ its a pity/ that even when you could/ you never decided/ to walk out.

You out of all, have a hand to hold.

Too many of us have grown up just too early.

I don’t want everything to be a destination, where I have to grind and reach, O! how I long for some good to come in my way and let me pick it up.

All this sadness longs to be touched.

I want to know the 2 am you because my love we all are different when we are at war under the sun.

A love that stays will always remain secondary to the one that left, but isn’t it a shame to worship that which left in place off that which stayed.

But the act of holding on speaks to me so much more about a human heart than the courage of letting go ever could.

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

Growing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.

For once I wanna look back and not sigh.

All my life has been a struggle to know, what to hold on and what to let go, but still, i end up sitting in the corner of the room with a flickering candle, whimpering, naked, shuddering, lost.

My god! this love it will make a fool out of us all.

The voices in your head are lying, i tell you this world never stopped you from flying.

So, what ruined you? -hope.

You just have to make a choice to just refuse to be involved with things that could get you in trouble.

Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting.

I am bleak heroism of words that refuse to be buried alive with the liars.

You carry on no matter what are the obstacles. You simply refuse to give up – and, when the going gets tough, you get tougher. And, you win.

Effort only fully releases its reward after a person refuses to quit.

The power of the white world is threatened whenever a black man refuses to accept the white world’s definitions.

To that piece in each of us that refuses to be silent.

One of the penalties of refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.