It’s a Self Thing Now


There was a time when man would give his all

When man wouldn’t care so much about his fall

He concentrated on any sound that was a call

Yes! he cared, he loved, he gave

That was his pleasure, his fave’

But then something changed

Maybe he became rotten to the core

Or actually a core no longer existed

So man focused on himself

Believed only in himself

Assumed only for himself

Actually he defined SELF in HIMSELF

Maybe it wasn’t on him

We might not want to admit it but we play a major role

We drove a part of him out

We allowed part of him to be broken

We marked, we scorned, we mocked

Just because he wasn’t like us

We let his fear and flaws be his judgement seat

And that is the core thing fail to see

We feel, we witness, we contemplate

But in the end we fail to comprehend

And maybe we should stop trying at all

Because we created a broken man.


Heart blended- yeah!

I love the snow flakes

Make me a Popsicle

Perhaps melt me in one

No wait!

Freeze me in one

I love how senseless it feels

More like how void it flows

That’s what I call life

No particular destination

But a definite definition

I’m living it!


To the One I Love

Walking through the rain

Rising from the snare

Can’t stand the pain

But you came as a spare

Dragging me out of the crowd

You took away the terrors of the night

A shield of comfort

An armor of hope

A reflection of faith

Threw down that rope

Over and over

Proofing that I could be more

Definitely more I am


Letter to Myself

Dear Self,

I  know I haven’t been true to you

I know I haven’t been the kind of person you need me to be

In fact, if there is something I’m trying to be it is you

But the wave of emotions

And the rage of time eaters

And the undeniable circumstances you are fully aware of

Will not give me that opportunity

You know that my efforts are matchless

Just to make you proud is my aim

Well, at least I hope I haven’t let you down too much

My brains are restless

My nights are thoughtless

Just because I know that there are millions of people

Who may not make it if I fail to be you

There’s just one request

Don’t make me focus too much on you

That it may end up being all about you

Instead of involving those out there

I love you

But I love others too

So while allowing me to be you

Remind me that I need to be there for others

Love, Your Self

Black Don’t Crack

Black Don’t Crack

Enslaved by the very people who try to Steal my Culture
Sold to me False Hope and made my Fellow Men Hate each other cos they Feared my Nature.

 Well I stand Proud today and I say to Them,

Yes am Black

So black is my DNA

Black is my roots

Black is my Mother and Father

Black is the Melanin that makes me Supernatural

Black is the universe that am connected to

Black is the soul am connected to

Black is the state God was in, until he said let there be light

Black is the colour I seen in my Mother’s womb

Black is the supreme colour,  all colours come from black

Black is the sky that reflects the stars at night

I am Black and I am proud, 

Black don’t Crack


By: Benjamin Oteng

Crazy Jump


Bridge the gap between a bridge and a moment of craze

It takes one moment to decide if to jump

Or just scream in utmost insanity

Well, it never makes sense

Why jump when you can just decide to scream

Or why scream if yo can just decide to jump

This is probably one absurd repetition

That’s the whole point

Though it is completely ludicrous

It gives some kind of content, not just content

Don’t let things that make sense

Be the only things that make actual sense

Sometimes, a confusion or inconsistency

Conveys an actual message

The Traumatic Trauma

via Daily Prompt: Delivery

I’ve got this

Obviously i have

I have a dictionary, with no words to define

I’ve got a car wash,with no cars to wash

Back off! This is a restricted zone

It’s a building sprayed with strawberry scented frustration

The colors are green, red and black

Envy and danger; more danger!

No there’s nothing there

I tried looking

They say when you take the cover off then you discover

I did take the cover off

Oh yeah! i did discover

It’s what i call a trauma

Oh no no no!

It’s a post-mortem trauma

More traumatic than the most devastating trauma

Perhaps it should be painted mauve

To warn people not to linger but move

Then there could be fewer people like me!