“የትዝታን ዳገት ወጣሁኝ ተክዤ፣ በእጄ ምናምኑን በልቤ አንቺን ይዤ...” my little five senses... i crashed a party bells ring as i walk into the room a jazz symphony slow dances with caffeinated aroma i listen to songs scaled with paved roads atop mountains stringing together a nostalgic tune a poem written with your blood a sketch drawn from your heart then i see you walk behind the counter working through all the chaos taming fire as you discipline a wave then you shake my hand i see home in your eyes drowned in the tears of my own mother you feel like the morning of Christmas with a scent of garlic and stew you taste like Easter’s breakfast a taste of that sweet sour bread you sound like my mother’s early songs and my father’s complaints you look like jokes told in the kitchen you feel like hushed conversations behind the scenes of a feast you feel like the mud i used to play with when i was five you feel like a prayer answered from a past life you look like the funeral’s tent that blocks the way you sound like a call to prayer you look like a spot in my city, a spot in which i bid my heart farewell. i keep holding on to your hands, ignoring your confusion, ignoring our distance i keep holding your hands doing favors to my little five senses dear stranger, for the first time in a long time, i felt seen in your eyes. for the first time in what felt like forever, i felt like i had a home, in the middle of your party, in the middle of our little nowhere, holding on to your hands, refusing to let go. my little five senses these little five demons cut my wings midair whenever i start to fly away from you. -my little five senses @MenAce7

Wednesday evening, I sit and think I hope you haven't taken my advice. To not smile when you don't mean it, to people you don't really like and to situations you don't wanna be in. Oh. What do I know? I hope you have kept smiling. Despite. To strangers, to people you don't like, to people you love, to everyone. I hope you smiled. And when you are remembered, I hope so is your smile. By strangers, by passengers, by friends, and people you don't like. And when you are finally at heaven's gate, I hope the angels reciprocated and smiled back. -I normally don't give out advices. I don't know what I was thinking with this one. (Βαρούχ) #RANDOM_THOUGHTS

I was born a star, A fish in space, A comet in the ocean. I confound, I love hard, And I cuss a little. I was born a star, Serenaded by my mom’s tongues. The Holy Ghost takes flight, As my grandmother recites the Psalms. I too dream in color And in rhyme. I crochet houses out of grenade shells, And I break some eggs in the process. I was born a star. Kings, thieves, pirates, paupers, prostitutes, and pastors Perform poems along my bloodline. I reflect my ancestry, I reflect them all. I was born a star. I finally remembered the password To my pen, To my blood. I belong in the ocean. I vacation in the sky. I’m a righteous heathen, A dope cosmopolitan. I was born a star, Detached from the desires of self, orbit-less and feee I spring to a new realm of consciousness, To joyful summers, that celebrate the death of winter But I have it planned in my calendar That I’ll fall back to you again in autumn. But when I come crashing down, When my feet fails to stand on the foundation of who I’m meant to be, Remind me: I was born a star. I lived bright, I lived full. I loved hard, And I cussed a little. -The dope cosmopolitan. @MenAce7