TO THE POWER OF X ( An Excerpt from Heart Songs - Poetic Verses From The Heart)

Remember when each one of us is born, we are baby queens and baby kings...
our destiny is to become queens and kings...
so let me boost you up, you must rise up...
get up, head up lets head to the mountain!!!

Enjoy my poem:



To the Power of X ( An Excerpt from Heart Songs - Poetic Verses From The Heart):

I am a reincarnation of Shaka the Zulu and Malcom X

with each word I raise my spear and shield

I call to the people of color to rise up

so many years lost in time translation

when we failed as a people and a nation

get up, head up, way up the mountain

let your cry and voice be heard across the globe

each act and every move you make or take

raise it to the power of X



© 2011 Justice Chikandamina

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TAINTED, INTOXICATED OXYGEN

Something is wrong

with the oxygen

that we breathing

so much vibes

got me thinking

what is wrong

so much said

and little done

who will care

if one speaks

nobody is listening

its now routine

if i hate u

i ignore u

angry u become

no more peace

fiends in friends

release the hounds

they gotta piss

down on you

on those sneakers

Nike, hell no

take a hike

my words spike

those ear-drums

making you wanna

grab the headphones

that you gotta

the other option

go walk out

take a stroll

out there somewhere

smell the roses

ditch the coke

you fully grown

no more milk

you got weaned

no blame game

you are warned

accept the defeat

you know what

nothing adds up

were are breathing

tainted, intoxicated oxygen

grab gas masks

coz we gotta

Seize the day

(c) 2011 Justice Chikandamina
Author : Heart Songs - Poetic Verses From The Heart

I am always there for you child

I am always there for you child

Through all of it, that is thick or thin

In good and in bad times

But you will certainly know i am there

When night falls and its dark

For i will shine and lit the sky!© 2011 Just Ice

ARISE MY DEAR SOUL

Arise my dear soul !

wipe the tears of past

today is a new day

rise with the sun

let it massage you

empowering you

to recognize the click

that puts to rest

pain, sadness, hurt

woven into a basket

soiled with sweat

that drips when

souls lose their vibe

lost in a island of hate

making the self dread

must it push and shove

when it sees not

whats within and around it

each second the clock clocks

somehow with all said and done

dust itself up it must

if you are to remain in motion

as you are rising my dear !

© 2011 Just Ice