Stagnation

When did trying become, trying too hard

When did wanting and needing become so segregated

When did love and hate became so indistinguishable

Why does play mean work

Why does peace now symbolize war

When did opinions become facts

My world does not any make sense anymore

But I don’t know why

And I don’t remember how I got here

I wish I could start over.

– Teags

P.S. When I wrote this I had the album “Drunk” by Thundercat on repeat, so when I see this piece, I automatically play “Where I’m going” by Thundercat in my head. It really suits the tone of the piece and the head space I was in at the time.

Writer’s Block

This is something I randomly wrote to myself, whilst experiencing writers block, hence the title. Just thought I would share it. On this Blog, I am sharing things that I have written but kept to myself and anything new that I write. I write as I find it therapeutic, it helps when I am feeling low or worried. This was inspired by Tupac Shakur’s concept of the rose that grew from the concrete.

I don’t know what to write,”writer’s block”, they call it.

Flowers in the mist arising from the concrete grasping for a spec of light,

screaming to the moon pick me pick me,

stems barely strong enough to hold their petals up in place,

CO2 scars on their face,

burns from the acid rain,

the acid rain,

the acid rain,

excruciating pain,

love in a drop and hate in a bunch,

but they survive,

the mist is over,

it was never here,

all in the mind,

fear Fear FEAR!

-Teags

A Thought of Freedom

I find freedom in my oasis

My oasis stems in the concept of acceptance.

Where my nose is unapologetically wide

Where my hair naturally defies gravity

Where orange hues of my bronze skin confidently glows in the sunlight

Where everyday I swim in the waters of the roaring sounds of soul, jazz, hip hop and reggae

My oasis cleanses and purifies the sufferings and sins of my spirit

In oasis my heart breathes love and sings the spirituals of freedom

Most importantly, in my oasis no one has to be reminded of their African power because it’s never feared or under attack.
– Teags