The DeceiverĀ 

I wish people could understand what’s under the surface isn’t as it seems 

I wish people could see the person you really are, the person I’ve always known you to be 

The person who has sacrificed me for self gains putting aside your morality 

The person who always wants to make a lesson out of me 

I wish people could see the monster 

Your wicked ways, how you play victim when you’re to be blamed 

I wish people could see and understand the things you’ve done to me…

Maybe then they could see me for who I truly am, 

A victim of your disease 

Yet still I rise, victor; conquering all the troubles you bring to me.

Still, I rise.

~Ola Kemie 


Following my Dreams

Following my dreams so I can tread them into a reality 

Taking charge of my destiny 

No longer will I leave it up to others to make a choice for me 

Taking charge of my destiny

Cause only I can decide what’s best for me. 

Only I can go deep to discover what the rest can’t see

My potential, my hunger, my thirst-

For an improved version of me 

So that I might inspire others to see what I see, 

You CAN shape your own destiny. 

~Ola Kemie 

Title: unfinished mama Salone 

By: Kieanna Moore (Ola Kemie)

Cerebral Pains and Numb Heart VeinsĀ 

 One time I lost my mind,
It wandered because my heart refused to bear the part 

To sort through the pain 

To find clarity so I could feel whole again 

One time I lost my mind 

Since then I haven’t been the same 

I look in the mirror unable to distinguish the truths from this deceptive reality 

Is this me or is this society? 

I’ve fallen in pretty deep 

I’m coming in from the cold but I’m still wandering blindly through the dark 

There’s a ship I must find 

The ship of salvation; I must embark 

Till then I’ve got my vices to keep me from falling apart 

But what do I want?

But what do I want?

Sometimes it’s love,

Sometimes it’s lust,

And sometimes,

It’s nothing at all.

But in the end, no matter what fictions I narrate

Or temporary realities I spin,

It’s you.

Both everything & nothing in one.

My long lost companion & friend.

It’s you that I yearn for.

The brain lies but the heart never plays pretend.

~Ola Kemie



Poster children of today’s dating scene.



I thought my human life was pricless too…

I love how cops have to die

before you see a little humanity in their eyes.

All are silent, until the men in blue fall victim to the violence

Is it because they were not cops that their lives do not mean that much?

In school, we laughed and joked,

Once upon a time I thought you saw me as an equal,

But clearly, that’s not true by your facebook posts… I haven’t seen you once vouch for my people.

It’s disheartening and unbelievable.

When we die, it’s our fault,

There’s something we could have done to change the results

They see no error in their ways

That’s a price all minority people have to pay,

But what if it was little Timmy or Adelynn

playing with plastic guns on the playground or in a field by the school’s gym?

What if it was them shot up by a bad cop,

Would they not feel the same, would they not feel enraged?

These are the types of struggle we face.

Suffering, with no sign of relief,

Receiving brutality on all sides even from our very own “police”.

We mean no harm,

We just want to be heard, but everything we say gets misunderstood

Can’t you all see we are just trying to promote a better life,

one that is a testament to equality, and the greater good.

~Ola Kemie