I just want to sing, just to release what’s in my heart and flowing through my mind
I want to escape from who they say I am, so my lyrics can be heard
im tired of these cage ‘ society”, I want to break free so I can breathe the word of truth
just let me breath, I don’t wanna wear makeup anymore, take back the mask of lies
and just let me sing the song I wrote

I want my ebony skin back, so the poetry of Africa can breathe again
I am giving you back your religion of war, so I can see the great I am.
I’m breaking away from your definition of peace and democracy, for
How can I say I’m bless and full, knowing my brother is hungry.
I don’t want your heaven, if it is measured not by a man heart, but a man religion and ideology
Take back your knowledge of god and give me your experience
For it is in your experience your God exist.
You want to read a bible? Hand me a pen and paper and I’ll write you my story.
Ha don’t doubt! I have enough piercing wound for proof of crucifixion
Enough scars for proof of resurrection.
Just let me sing the song I wrote.
An angel came to me and said ‘the creator does not want the love that you made
He wants the love that you are”. Shock and furious I shot the wise man and embrace the foolish man whole heartily.
I removed the Muzzle and heard my voice for the very first time and I like it! So
Now I’m going to sing the song that I wrote

Micheline Jeanlouis