Last drink

When I die

cry for me for a while

But not for too long…

Show my pops respect

By showing up to the funeral

Smile and comfort him

He loves me

It’ll be a great loss

You understand?

But soon after,

Withdraw some of my money

Feel free

Buy drinks for my team

It’s my event anyway

Might as well buy the last drink.

Only if you could…

Image I know you would if you could
I know you would.
You would send your lips to my own lips…
to pick my keys
Only if you could.
You would run faster than your feet…
to foot my own bills
Only if you could.
You would breastfeed my feelings,
to fill my heart with milk not blood…
Only if you could.

Written by Opi Da.

Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou

Touched by an Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free. 

Maya Angelou


Should be you…

Its funny when things we say are the exact opposite of what we are feeling,

we pretend that we are exempt from human emotions,

of love and of hate,

of fear to give and of fear to be rejected,

of pure joy and of limitless pain,

of ecstasy,

pure burning ecstasy.


He knows I am the one for him, 

despite the fact that I am not genuine,

But I am perfect, a Picasso in his eyes

he is just too proud to say that it Should be me

Should be me with him.