A Heartfelt Welcome

To those of you who call me friend, those of you that call me love, those of you who call me brother, those of you that call me son, those of you who call me hero, & those of you who don't know me at all: I welcome you to the mind of a man who's destined to save the world...
1 word at a time.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

I Don't Know (Spread Love)

I'm stuck in this place
& as the water
In my hands
Is splashed across my face

I look up
And my eyes
Fixate
On his face

I ask him

"What do I write about?"

My reflection replies

"I don't know"

This is the constant conversation
That occurs anytime
I'm pressed with the pressure
To write what feels right

To shine a light
Within the dark void
That's in my brain

Its a shame
That 85% of my poems
Start out as

"I don't know"

3 years into this life
And I'm still trying
To find
My poet/speaker's
identity

Its integrity

Its spirit

Its soul

But all that comes out
Is

"I don't know"

I wanna be able to talk about anything
I wanna be able to talk about everything
I wanna write about the struggle my people go through
I wanna write about religion and different brainwashing methods made to control you
I wanna say a deep metaphor like sayin
when clowns juggle its the same thing you do
With ya life's situations
I wanna write about this country's stupid stipulations
and flaws in its laws
I wanna write about hate
I wanna write something that causes debate
Something that'll make you have to slow ya brain's intake
Like "hold up, wait....
UGH! That's sick!"

I wanna write realness
Raise awareness
Reach higher than the airwaves
All while freeing the slaves
That are the minds of today

But all I know how to write exquisitely about

Is love

Trust I know it doesn't sound like much
But its ironic cause
People wouldn't have to write about pain & frustrations and such
If there was more love in the world
To eradicate and erase that stuff

Its tough but once my face is dried
And I leave my reflection aside
I look
To where my pride resides
& Pull out any love that a blackberry
Can hold in its insides

I pray to the Most High with my
Head bowed & closed eyes
And before my thumbs can caress
letters to form words
A voice is heard

It speaks two words

From above

In a whisper it says

"Spread Love"

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