POSITIVE IMPACT _ PAUL SPEAKS

BLACK DIAMOND A cave in Africa The western heart of invisible north Calling out, crawling high Above the deep of solid ocean Beautiful linen worn in mild ease Coated with an ice of peace. It gate of bounty valour Allied with passion, genuine earth Rays of courage shadowed it stapled trust Battered by strength, bruised by uniqueness Appearance if sigh admiration Heed to oath of allegiance. Torn apart by profanity,  it aura hovers around Leaving a tribal difference in accordance to colour The blacks and the blacks evenly dispersed Lives burnt in outspoken love Surely, surely it is Still are the waves of its sea. A day shall come Certainly, a day indeed All we worth be that black diamond Not an ounce lay beneath Podium standing tall Lifting sanctimonious history up.

SOLPHIA Her posture is the future of the street boys I mentor, Her eyes are the height; so high, Her cliff cleavage caress their careless hearts, Her tight skirts cause them fights as they seek their route to freedom. Solphia is my phobia, She caused some up roar when she said it's all over, thus before it started I look for a cover. This makes me, but sober for others have never been loyal, They obey many masters' orders. They lost their royalty in their lust loyalty and now they are in jeopardy.

THE LITTLE I KNOW The little i know History and past glory fades away Infidelity perforates the road of truth Deceiving the ants travelling alone Brightly lit; a sight of hades The journey of few, so many loops. A place i know Vastly far but close to hearing Unpredicted ceremonial ritual tour Numbered to a hundred milestone Half concerned about it beauties The echoes of blood tainted painting shone.

MOTHER Mother, nature's gift to the earth, A being that blows the mind, It shows like a taste of paradise, Every touch is a blessing to soul, Being around flowers of how beautiful it is, Is it redness of rose That symbolizes rose? She's like models, Sweet mother! She battled with gestation, To progression of stages from Conception to birth for nine months, Breastfeeds the new infant, Produce constant care and attention,

Mirror, Mirror! How many times do you look at a mirror in a day? Or how many of us didn’t look at a mirror today? Why do people look at the mirror? What’s so special about the mirror that some people spend hours in front of it? It has been established that during the slave trade era, our ancestors, exchanged as much as 100 to 200 of their kinsmen for just a mirror! That’s how much man wants to see a reflection of himself! I never understood the power of a mirror until late last year, when I stood in front of it for 30mins, just staring at me! I was not applying make up, I was just looking at me! That day I saw in me, what no one has seen-what I never saw before.