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Mother Says ~Written By: Dr. Jay X Pa Shakespeare

by Eden Benibo

Mother says biko hapumaka
Je suis fatigué
These things keep revolving
Maybe not like a revolver
If i could only take a sling shot
Hit this situation in the groin

Mother says biko cherum
Be patient oh!
À perte de vue
Tout macherait comme sur des roulettes dit maman

She who would do the impossible
She who would beat the odds
She who is my god in second.

She who starves for her child to eat
She whose tears soften hard rocks
She who is my god, the second

Mother says, jọwọ ọkọ mi kan ṣe daradara ti o le ṣe
And you’ll make it out somehow
O sọ ti o ba ti mura
Hold my hands, close your eyes
Et laissez-moi vous guilde à travers ce monde sans âme

‘Orisha bi iya osi laye yi’

Mother says, jọwọ, maṣe binu si ibinu
Sabali, soyez patient en tout temps
Be careful enough not to stay out too long
And don’t do things you shouldn’t,
Do miss me when I’m gone.

GHOPS X Dr. Jay

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Beneath Hard Skins

by Eden Benibo

Here’s a story about the boy

They never told you.

A boy shipwrecked within
Still, strength called him strong on the outside
For the boy slowly drifted into manhood
Gradually developing a broad chest,
Broad enough to occupy the burdens of his heart
As the lips of the waters made mockery of his quandary

I speak of that boy left with the guilt of his innocence
As he staggered through the slippery aisle of rising emotions

Against what we think we know
The boy, like the one you saw the other day
Only had a tint of courage printed on his face
While he moved through his phase
With fading colours within

Here’s a story
About the boy
They never told you.
The one you see sometimes
With so much darkness in his eyes
Darkness, like what you think is freedom.
For the light goes out when bones turn stone
And nature speaks death
When life gets compressed,
To the limitations of freedom.
Freedom,
A freedom not to be free
Free to cry,
For every tear from his eyes
Was another escape long withheld
And every word from his heart,
Another truth brushed aside
So,this remains
A story untold
The very one they never told you
Even when the boy is now a grown man
Striving to become the father he needed as a son.
Once upon a memory that lives on…

~ Eden Benibo

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