Freedom!!!

If I'd put pen to paper all the time like i do in my head... the world might understand me a little better... and yet what purpose would that serve? I'd have no secrets left and no one will ever understand me better than myself... so like most things in life i chose to leave some things personal to me and hidden from the public eye... I've crossed rivers and mountains that some may never see. I've been to forbidden lands and back and came out triumphant... why? because i fought,learned and kept going and through this I found freedom... freedom is in the mind and I've found my peace of mind...
-Dalia

"Art is the ability to tell the truth..." - Richard Pryor

Eternal Realist

See the thing about New Yorkers is that there is no secret passage ways, no hidden doors, no surprise boxes... plainly put - what you see if what you get it. It's raw, it's blunt, it's real. Some may even say heartless but the truth is that it's honest and thats what really counts for some of us. We're cut throat, focused, don't care much for sugar coating or anaesthetics. Probably because for some of us we know that we get rid of all the fuzzy stuff the pain we'll heal faster. All wounds take time to heal but they take longer and cut deeper when intertwined with lies. Dont get me wrong. New Yorkers love to dream we're just the tough kids in the playground. We are the eternal realists.

I've got to put you to rest....

The skies are grey but finally my head is clear. No one understood why i lost myself, why i was so low... but I opened up my soul to her. I showed her the wound I've been too scared to heal for the past 7 months. All this time I've been crying like a motherless child, not for me but for he or she, they never got the opportunity. I've been replaying different scenarios in my head. How it could have gone differently, what it would have changed, but none of them give me peace of mind. They just seem to perforate the wound deeper. I've been mourning the fact that I never let you come, wondering if you were a blessing at the time ; waking up with regret each morning, hating myself for being a coward and hating him for not stopping me. And while everyone continued their lives like the most common of mortals, I plunged into my suffering. You left me empty and there was not turning back. My hysteria, my painful tears, my loneliness all had a reason and that reason was you. No matter how many time they held me and were there for me, who i wanted was you. I wanted to feel you again and know that one day I'd be able to hold you. I knew leaving the room empty that I'd lose myself in pain because i wasn't like the others. But life does not end here ... it must continue and i have to put and end to my torture. I'm sorry for not giving you the chance. I'm sorry for not being strong enough at the time or courageous for that matter. But one thing is certain that you will always be in my heart. You were my first. I know you're next to HIM, our saviour, along with others who never got the opportunity to shine. However, I will always care and look towards the heavens with a smile because i know you're safe. I must end this here my love and never forget mama will always love you....
Peace y Bendicion

I came home different

I came home pretty today
I came home late today
I came home different

Tarnished and touched
Marked… and for the first time I ache… not of guilt but of comprehension
You noticed nothing
Did not sense a thing
And while that has always been my aim it pains me
Because you’re suppose to be different
Because you claim to know me… in and out
Because you my friend claim to be true love… and yet you saw nothing
Yet I battle both sides because it would torture me if you ever knew the truth
Or would it even affect you to know?

I came home pretty
I came home late
I came home different today

T.I.A.

Drip
Drop
Drip

Scorching sun
Black sweat
White men’s needs
Is a black man’s torture
Killing one another for less than one is worth
A mother weeps
Baby is so unconscious he can pull that trigger
So unconscious he could kill his own mother
So unaware of the real causes behind this…
Because a white woman needs a 5 karat ring

Drip
Drop
Drip

Slavery is never ending
Ignorance, poverty and oppression rule their lives
Ivory
Petroleum
Bling Bling
Bling Bling in America is
Bling bang here
All because she needs that 5 karat ring
Unaware of the many hands that were chopped off for the karats on her ring

Drip
Drop
Drip

But they’ll tell you T.I.A.
This Is Africa
No my friend it is not Africa
It is what we’ve made of it
And the west can sit behind a lens and call us savages
Yet these are the remnants of them raping our continent
Raping our land, our bodies and our minds...