We are all artists in our own right, each with his own brush of experience, and palettes of colours from past and present events.

The stories and poems we tell are full body artworks of what we feel, the emotions that have seeped through our skin, from the beads of sweat from our heads to the mound of dirt in our feet, from the sounds we've made with our lips to the rhythm we swing our hip in concordance with.

We are all full body artists, every expression matters, every stroke that kisses the canvas; ears of friends and strangers alike carry a long lasting potent of a journey we put in motion, so here's a few of mine...

Facts drops tomorrow...
I'll be open to interact with everyone that connects with what I'll be putting out and even make new friends...

Thanks

Facts

The fact that you're nice doesn't change the fact that people might treat you wrong
Throw you under the bus
Make you feel like you're the worse
And still want an apology from you for their wrongs.

The fact that you're smart doesn't guarantee you'll be understood
Take a seat on my stool
Let me teach you the ways of the wise and fools
Maybe you'll learn a thing or two

The fact most women prefer rich men doesn't change the fact that...hmmmm
You might not get laid unless you pay
Slave yourself for family and friends all day, maybe always
And still end up marrying a broke fine babe

The fact that you saw the four walls of a university
Doesn't guarantee your wealth in this universe or maybe the place you call a city
Doesn't change the fact you might like live an average life of pity
And still wish you had done things differently

The fact that you're from a particular tribe or place
Doesn't guarantee you a place at the place where the so called men play
Tribe might even get you a mark faster than the way you Hey! or hei!
Maybe a machete across your face when your maker says it's your day...

The fact that I write this doesn't guarantee I'm exempted
Or you're exonerated or that this doesn't count
Read the lines and ask if this truth needs another voice to scream it out
The fact that we're maybe pawns to the watcher in a universe
Strange that maybe our alternate selves know already more than our self...

REDInks:
Facts

The fact that you're nice doesn't change the fact that people might treat you wrong
Throw you under the bus
Make you feel like you're the worse
And still want an apology from you for their wrongs.

The fact that you're smart doesn't guarantee you'll be understood
Take a seat on my stool
Let me teach you the ways of the wise and fools
Maybe you'll learn a thing or two

The fact most women prefer rich men doesn't change the fact that...hmmmm
You might not get laid unless you pay
Slave yourself for family and friends all day, maybe always
And still end up marrying a broke fine babe

The fact that you saw the four walls of a university
Doesn't guarantee your wealth in this universe or maybe the place you call a city
Doesn't change the fact you might like live an average life of pity
And still wish you had done things differently

The fact that you're from a particular tribe or place
Doesn't guarantee you a place at the place where the so called men play
Tribe might even get you a mark faster than the way you Hey! or hei!
Maybe a machete across your face when your maker says it's your day...

The fact that I write this doesn't guarantee I'm exempted
Or you're exonerated or that this doesn't count
Read the lines and ask if this truth needs another voice to scream it out
The fact that we're maybe pawns to the watcher in a universe
Strange that maybe our alternate selves know already more than our self...

so true
It's been a long time
More ink to your pen.

REDInks:
Facts

The fact that you're nice doesn't change the fact that people might treat you wrong
Throw you under the bus
Make you feel like you're the worse
And still want an apology from you for their wrongs.

The fact that you're smart doesn't guarantee you'll be understood

The last line bruh
Take a seat on my stool
Let me teach you the ways of the wise and fools
Maybe you'll learn a thing or two

The fact most women prefer rich men doesn't change the fact that...hmmmm
You might not get laid unless you pay
Slave yourself for family and friends all day, maybe always
And still end up marrying a broke fine babe

The fact that you saw the four walls of a university
Doesn't guarantee your wealth in this universe or maybe the place you call a city
Doesn't change the fact you might like live an average life of pity
And still wish you had done things differently

The fact that you're from a particular tribe or place
Doesn't guarantee you a place at the place where the so called men play
Tribe might even get you a mark faster than the way you Hey! or hei!
Maybe a machete across your face when your maker says it's your day...

The fact that I write this doesn't guarantee I'm exempted
Or you're exonerated or that this doesn't count
Read the lines and ask if this truth needs another voice to scream it out
The fact that we're maybe pawns to the watcher in a universe
Strange that maybe our alternate selves know already more than our self...

This is beautiful