the
fence is fire so casual about rain some wild ass man in my mirror. a month for
us lights for us cuffs for inhumanity. a damn problem, hating my guts, such
fiending for a grand or two. a monster some leviathan, pride comes the fall
follows. love is charity, looking into her eyes, a damn fool afforded three
blessings. I just spoke to daughter, her voice changes, her beauty floats; I was
good on peace I was livid interior I adore the way she chuckles. another is due
for delivery, a way we chase, happiness in the child’s involuntary responses. “I
CAN’T BREATHE!” I CAN’T GET EVEN. ALL MY HOGS ARE DAMN NEAR PSYCHOPATHS. I gave
steel I blasted my integrity I met a dying agenda. I feel some people. it’s
unusual. they just appear to me. one got ghost. I could save face. but it set
me askew. I come back pulled out of self, turned inside out. the message is
clear: “JUST BECAUSE I WAS, I’M NOT NOW, & I’M WORTH MORE THAN YOU’LL
SURVIVE.” the power in us the
blessings at skies the green in naivety the prison is trying – with little to
no direction, and too smart to ask for assistance. drugs flooded the community men dropped
the gavel, women became what we project – as from that space, as asphalt as
abstract energies … bleeding interior at respect for one but pleased in
circumstance too easy to say some mean ass shit. chains and auctions or ghettoes – so hungry
so much satire, I was shocked to meet a lesbian woman anti-blackness. it freezes
in me it cries its rivers I watched dogwood floating. the beginning is ending
the end is running retribution in our screams – this dream for us those
characters for sin or so distracted by chemistry. iron dungeon or jaundice eyes at
blood purple dialectics – at hundred-dollar nails at thousand-dollar weaves at
money like we’ve found solace –the scars become dowries the history becomes
freedom the message is misinterpreted.
a few at decency – they make it look easy – they give the community
freedom to believe. I love their
hearts, I breed in their weather, I put mind to fire.
