In this house, my hands are soiled,
Stained with deeds birthed from the abundance of my heart.
I need water
Oh, Cleanse my heart, Lord
Wash my heart and hands

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Relieve the troubles of my heart and free me from my anguish.
Psalms 25:17 NIV

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I sit in this empty bookshelf
A little torn inside
I hear birds chirping to the melody of my melancholy
Oh sweet nemesis
A book with no cover
How will you judge me?

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A book with no cover to judge
I can not find myself so I sit and wait for others to find me
Portraying myself with the image they carry of me
I paint myself through their eyes
I am lost in chaos

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An empty book shelf at the end of the room
With only one dusty book
A book with no cover to judge
With the first few pages torn off
I am chaos

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We all are pots of clay
With a flame ablaze within our core
Our souls are the flames that bring light our world
The paths we thread lightens to the degree of our flame,
Strive to keep your flame ablaze,
Our souls are undying fires
We are lighted to enlighten others
Our souls are undying fires
Blaze the trails with your light
Warm hearts and scorch darkness
Our souls are undying fires


-Zii 🦋

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Most times I'd seem really translucent
Blunt but sometimes cold
Living on the odd side of sanity
Adorned with bountiful mood swings
My smiles are a charade
Hiding the never ending wrestles in my mind
This ambiguity invalidates my light
It diminishes the idea of shining bright
How do I wax stronger and not wax away?
My essence screams " I'm I ever going to be found again"??


Zii 🦋

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Sweaty palms
Parched lips
Wrinkles on my brows
This is of wincing in conspicuous pain.......
...Of brain waves that make my head tinge with a bitter taste.
The taste of memory imprinted...
Shrieking and shrinking with the many voices in my head that make my ears ring.
Butterflies in my belly feel like angry hornets fluttering around the dark void

This is how I cringe


Zii 🦋

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Proudly African

From waters of the Nile like the evergreen blossom of nubian lilies
From the wild Niger wind, blows a plethora of ancestral elements in the purest form of nature.
Have you heard the melodies?
The wistful drumming and chants of the songs; singing for the love of the motherland
Relentless as the bamboo that speaks of indomitable prowess upshot from river Senegal
Mama africa pours out her essence like the rainforest of the Congo
The mighty ivory tusks of the Orange safari in a fantastic shade of majestic white shimmers in the cascades of the Limpopo
I am proud to originate from the Zambezi


- Zii 🦋

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Effortless laughing that makes my cheeks melt like butter
But you can't tell a blush on my skin tone
Seems scripted but; it's not a movie
You're not surreal
My stomach butterflies does not flutter away
This is not a mirage



Zii 🦋

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