momma died. we had hell between us. I have to live with that. tears fall. I have this moment. I have some ghetto trend. she had pain I was miscalculated, knowledge seems like power, but a broken fence marches into dying for freedom. it’s crazy, to assert lives matter, it should be natural. I can’t breathe. I can’t live. what the fuck has happened? a black cursing, no surprise, they wonder why I gallop – catching wires or bleeding high while ours is different!
the
years were abolition the war too many died the most in history; a fucking fool
a dying maniac plus the death of parted in twain. it’s rolling the anger the police the
deaths. I’m in its glory the stand I couldn’t take it, a political warrior a
mulatto laced a dream for King jr.
hold
me down then wonder why a man becomes a monster – such hate I war against it
most are not that way!
I get
scared indeed of my own standing toe to forehead. the battle is love; the hug
is remorse while I bled on his shoulder. so much power so many at me why in
hell made this way!
we kick cans or dirt at the Watt’s
Towers, so many blacks the faces blur while too many falling at seventeen. we
buried his body, nothing but rage at selves, while I couldn’t breathe. the
hectic FBI the reasons for Precious, while in essence a man caves – over
papers or White-Collar Crime a man might come running – arrested at ten a deep
feeling while I was beat damn near close to father’s pain.
such
universal oppression while they saw my face, I gunned-out for Malcolm – I lost
fiending for Gandhi.
I traded
me for wisdom I broke glass tripping I offended a woman she distressed me. so
close to ill-will so accosted by ‘thinking’ while most are refused before they
arrive. a simple address, a momma dead a father dead – it gets like anger I must
to fly!
the
scars the wicked lilies while wading waters. so many trying. we ain’t
listening. especially, to become a fucking pawn.
