My name is De-graft Afful Jr.

and my favorite hip-hop musician

is

Kanye Omari West

"But Beyonce got one of the

best videos of all time!"

now that was classic

well, he is my favorite

because he disproved a lot

of theories in the mentality of parents,

he dropped out of college to continue

is music career

and he did it,

sometimes people say I'm like

Kanye West due to pride,

but I'm not proud at all

However, I think that Kanye

and I have similarities,

unlike Kanye I'm humble,

but the main thing that makes

me like him is that he showed

me that school is not the only

way to success

secondly, I just like his logo

apart from his pride,

I like everything about him,

Kanye Omari West.

                                   By Kakraba Afful

By the swagger of the shrapnels

people die by the laughter

of war and devout fire burning

the land with a strong defiance

of peace, burning the silence

and the harmony with the

frown of the flames

By the swagger of the shrapnels

men die,

bullets parade the innocent bodies

of people, death is the stamp on their lives,

their bodies then become corpses

and hopes die

The bombs laugh

the defiant fire spreads about

and the sand baptises the corpses

with the clay of death,

this is the behemoth of war

and its rage

destroys...

                                By Kakraba Afful

when you look into my eyes,

my tears don't lie

so many shrapnels in

my heart and I don't know why

I don't want to believe

it's true that you're gone,

or maybe that's why

I'm hearing the cry of the dawn

My mind rewinds

and I remember the times

we used to laugh endlessly,

and my chest broadened

with the bravery of my heart

only you could hear the song

of my pulse,

and I would play you like

 a harp with comedy,

till everlasting tunes of happiness

could be heard from

your soul rejoicing,

glad that we had found each other

But your being vanishes,

in the fiendishness of time

and my will turns to dust

and my whole life drowns

in the quicksand of shame

There was no magic of gallantry

since you left,

no immortality,

my soul died and still continues to die,

there was no ailment

to heal my wounds

only your name

I remain breathless

there's no air,

I'm dying of suffocation,

but I can tell from the

frown of the clouds,

that you shall no longer come back,

so I have to move on,

goodbye.

                                         By Kakraba Afful

Wake up to the nightmare

and you'll not see dreams

but a horrible reality

of members of the sackcloth community,

I'm talking about abject poverty

Poverty, a black graffiti of sadness

and discomfort drawn all

of the faces of the discouraged,

obviously the penny drought has

kicked them out to the kurb,

the carelessness of the streets

you can see that their legs

are defeated by being barefoot

their mouths conceived a foul breath

Well, it seems the penny drought

has made their souls sing the

dirge of frustration,

hear the heartbeat of this harsh life

and you'll see the poor

yep, the same penny drought

has clearly injected them

with the merciless syrum of homelessness

Please, anyone out there,

care for the homeless,

tend to their wounds,

don't pass by with arrogance,

because surely one day,

you shall get more than

the little pennies or dimes

or quarters you gave.

                                       TO THE POOR

                                                                              By Kakraba Afful