My Heart Lays
Still, Swollen
I Color Outside the Lines
I Held Out Hope
That a Caterpillar Would Turn Into a Butterfly
That a Drought Would Turn Into a Flood
I Color Outside the Lines
Friday, October 7, 2011
Monday, October 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Clover in the Spring
I peel back the husk of regret
to find reminets of love, that was once here
the smell of clover
the taste of Spring
the feel of confection
I peel back the husk of rage
to find reminets of hope, that was once here
the smell of Spring
the taste of confection
the feel of clover
I peel back
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A PRAYER BEFORE DINNER
I'M TAKING THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED
WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE
WHERE I LOOSEN THE NOOSE OF THE HISTORY OF MY PEOPLE
YOUR PEOPLE
WE THE PEOPLE
AND ALL THE PEOPLE KILLED IN THE REVOLUTION OF HIP HOP
AND HIP HOPE
I CANT FULLY UNDERSTAND
BUT I REGRET AND REGRESS IN AWE OF YOUR ROAD LESS TRAVELED
NOON
YOU LEFT PIECES OF NOON SCATTERED ON THE TABLE
WHILE I WAITED
WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING THIS GENERATION MUTILATED, DISCTRACTED
AND IRREVERENT
YOU LEFT PIECES OF THREE O' CLOCK ON THE FLOOR
WHILE I SLEPT
WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING US DISCONNECTED, NAKED
I LEFT PIECES OF MIDNIGHT ON THE DRIVEWAY
WHILE YOU CRIED
WHAT A MESS I MADE, STAYING TOO LONG, LEAVING MYSELF EMPTY, HURT
AND LIFELESS
SISTERS OF THE SOUL
TIME IS NOT A MEASURE OF DEPTH
SOULS WILL ALWAYS GIVE SHELTER AND SISTERS WARM LIKE THE SUN
HONEYCOMB HANDS AND SHADOWS WILL LEAD THE WAY
DEPTH IS NOT A MEASURE OF TIME
SISTERS WILL BREATH TRUST AND SOULS WILL HEAR OUR SMILES
OUR SOULS ARE SISTERS
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