On defining Sancofa

Finally made some new art:

On Defining Sacofa

One two three
one two three

one two three
one two three

am the queen of right now
I already bid farewell to the dogs of yesterday
I greet the morning with a kiss
I greet the day knowing
that tomorow could very well be
my last

one two three
one two three

one two three
one two three

counting down the days until I
finally see the moon
until I finally fall in love

one two three
one two three


five six seven eight
five six seven eight

I’m like a cat
I have nine lives
nine lives
nine chances to make my wishes come true
nine times to create the peace
create the dream
I’m on life number two
or god
or the universe
or whatever the fuck you want to call it
gave me a new chance to become myself and
come back
back back back
to coda
back to the beginning, it’s
like that word, that
african word: Sancofa
sometimes you have to look back
to move forward
is life
that is me
that is where I’m at
right now

Currently listening to:

The Craftaholic
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac

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