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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