By Andrea B. Matambo
Sometimes I don’t know where I am going
Black and white -life can be boring.
I know it will be hard for you to believe,
Sometimes I just wanna slit my wrist and leave.
Will I ever kiss that mellow sugared ringed-neck again?
Swear you will come back, or this Titanic will sink again.
What good is the holy grail
If I still can’t have you, my girl?