Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump, thump thump

A rarely ever noticed beat until attention is directed its way

Yet it never goes away

Proximity of a bosom is as far as it ever gets

Even when you ignore it

You never forget

Your Heart, Your Home

The place you remember whenever you’re gone

Set in place, a solid rock, an epitome of stone

Where the birds’ song floats everywhere

And when you breathe you’re relaxed simply by the air

Emotions are calmed by areas of security

Where the mind lives in fantasy to curve the jagged edge of reality

Where you live in Mentalities

That are now absent

I feel the presence of cultural fatalities

Self-Spawned felt as if no one was having me

A motherless child

Or a childless mother, cause I left

And she wept; my heart, my home

With every exit that’s another spot my country spends alone

And now that I’m gone that emotion lives in me

Pretending to be

Ok, like I’m prosperous in this country

I ignored my heartbeat, so quick I did flee

What’s worse than civil war?

The destruction of inner peace

I remember a nephew and a Niece

I want audiences all around to take a seat

I now live an accapella lifestyle, without a heart to make a beat

Close your eyes as ancestors and tell me what you see

Where you would be minus the existence of a sea

If you knew home is where the Heart is

Would you risk death just to leave?

Broken promises of return

Cremation of a bond, a tie forever burned

Proceeding with the thought of every lesson learned

Every blessing earned, yet stripped of what you yearn