Your mind wants it
But your ears and heart don’t
For friends will stand by you
Sometimes, they just won’t
Not only parts your lips
But also shuts them so tight
Puts babes to rest
But keeps you up all night
It changes form
The wasp of life
It can wound so deep
But also set you free
Choose its paths wisely
And take care of its destiny
Guard it tight
And don’t regret
Always forgive
But never forget.
Am I a hero?
I have flaws
I won’t deny
That at times
I’m the best
At making myself cry.
Am I a hero?
I will admit
Although I suffer
I show up
When every
body else quits.
I’m no hero
I understand
But I always
Do the best that I can.
I’ve spilled beads of sweat,
Drops of tears,
Enough of my blood
To fill most hearts with fear.
Maybe not,
Now that I
think of it,
Is their glory
for a fool
who can’t quit?
Am I wasting my talents
By not chasing the fame
Or am I doing
what needs to be done
as I walk alone
The only one
To choose the path
Of the whistlin’ mailman?
Nah, I’m no hero.
Just doing my job
Just another day
Gotta keep moving
Cuz the job’s not done.
I feel like
Such a bumbling
Fumbling fool
Who jumbles and juggles
Phrords and waises
No
Words and phrases
When tired am I
And annoyed me be
So frustrated at times
To explain this feird weeling
No
Weird feeling
So tired all the time
Can’t abide by
chimes of pressure
It’s beyond defeating
Silence works best for me
To formulate ideas more eloquently
No wonder nobody listens to the unintended hypocrisy
Ask a question
No response
Offer a solution
No action
Wayward winds blowing in wanton ways
Stay in for the long haul with no looks and no praise
Ask a question
No response
Offer a solution
No action
Stifled silence slowly snuffs out the internal flame
What remains are the smoky ashes of insolent blame
Ask a question
No response
Offer a solution
No action
I don’t know what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.
I’m not even going to begin to understand.
As the days go on and nights turns into days
I’m starting to grasp that you’re as dramatic as I am.
Like some Americans, I’m conflicted. On one hand, I celebrate independence from The Conqueror. On the other hand, as much as I hate playing the victim, I can’t escape feeling conquered. Mass shootings every day, must deliver baby cuz ain’t no other way, still illegal to be brown, but put on a smiley face and don’t frown.
We went to the beach yesterday, and the townies had a grand parade, lots of blondies wearing their red, white and blues, already drunk way before noon, I kept hearing “Everyone’s American today,” yeah, right, only if you’re fair-skinned with nothing to say. I was terrified as I walked with my family, through the crowds of the privileged and the plenty, people just standing in the way, forcing me to yell, “Excuse me!” Awaiting conflict, and praying for safe passage, we made our way back to our parking space.
Today was founded with a barrage of bombardment, as we let The Conquerors know the business we meant, for freedom only rings with violence and commitment, and Heaven knows the time we’ve spent, waiting for change that was supposed to come, awaiting the day of Freedom for everyone.
I’m not holding my breath, sadly, I’ve been prepared for Death, that any day could be my last, say the wrong thing and at last, I see a blast. Everyone’s scared to get their ass whooped, so they hold the piece unsteady, begging for the wrong look.
Weird times, we’re living in, is it naive or is it sin? To wait for freedom in the land we’re living in, I can’t complain because pretty pretty I’m sitting. I treat all with kindness, but I know it’s rare, to live in a country whose sole purpose is to scare.
I keep my head up, for I know this shall pass, and soon we’ll return to kindness en masse, but for now I’m vigilant as I always have been, to welcome the change that I know is coming.
These fireworks have been going on for three days now. Cheese and rice, I can’t wait for tomorrow.
