The distance between us seems to bring us closer together at times.
Yet it seems that we can't find solutions to the simplest things which cause rhymes.
Trying to understand our own problems.
Trying to help out each other with our own.
But yet things continue to look helpless at times.
Making us wonder as if we can solve anything.
Or will things continue to pile up just like everything.
The distance between us.
To shorten it is a definate must.
Even though at times we can't agree an just cuss.
The fact that I don't talk cause I've always been silent.
But I'd rather be silent than be violent.
Violent towards you is something that I wouldn't want.
Shakin that ass as you walk it's like a taunt.
Making me all happy knowing that I helped you over come so much.
Yet I have you melt anytime you feel my touch.
Hips or Lips it don't matter.
I just can't help myself.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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