we are

We pain
We change
We love
We lose
We hope
We despair
We laugh
We share
We argue
We fight
We break
We bite
We kick
We scream
We shit
We dream

We suffer
We cringe
We clean
We mend
We search
We find
We live
We shine
We carry
We score
We cry
We war
We bury
We waste
We fuck
We taste


We tax
We spend
We lie
We pretend
We recover
We recite
We pledge
We unite
We bully
We bleed
We bruise
We lead
We pick
We choose
We drink
We abuse

We wonder
We take
From slumber
We wake
Over time
We realize
We're out
Our minds
We haste
To replace
The friend
We disgraced
So jealous
We are
The competition
Selfie star.

standing in the need of prayer

on tracks i travel towards a testimony i’ve yet to deliver

souls lie in limbo like trash scattered throughout philadelphia streets

mama said goodbye with a tear in her eye but she knew it was what she had to do

her baby boy wouldn’t listen, his will no longer wore the diaper she dutifully

placed around his heart praying every night that demons kept their distance

“keep and protect him lord” she prayed only to let go without knowing the 

consequence or conclusion to his destiny, “i put it all in your hands” her faith 

unquestioned

i no longer regret the lines of coke i did or the alcohol i consumed for it

provided tales of healing and grace and how out of any darkness the sun

will always rise like the spirit of the phoenix i rise with the certainty of tides

crashing along sandy Carolina shores and beaches where coloreds use to dance

paying homage to the seas, ancestral spirits still swimming in salty waters

searching for home free from the evil bondage that enslaved for profit

and greed i grieve for them i am burdened with the task of liberating their offspring

spring came with my resurrection after a night of drinking poison causing me to 

slumber for seven days while death grinned foolishly in the corner hoping i would say no 

hoping i would travel towards the train traveling towards me on tracks of destruction 

i had grown used to walking taking strolls down sad atlanta streets and 

wilmington boulevards looking beggars in the face and feeling the sadness of souls

lost without a home or voice or chance to state their claim in their own life, a life

where the rules are constantly changing like that of a kaleidoscope toy but this isn't a

game things have changed i’ve forgiven the one who molested me and those who 

trespassed me like a passerby bumping into you no exchange needed victims of circumstance 

i am still functioning and able with small traces of post traumatic stress that i acknowledge to liberate myself like seeking love in the arms of strangers who know nothing but how to abuse and break promises no longer am i humpdy dumpdy humping around risking myself for the 

sake of something meaningful, i must testify and share

i’m meaningful and im complete.

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