I woke up this morning

In the middle of a pandemic

Nothing started to matter

My skin wasn't with it

The president wasn't flattered

A statue of hate more mattered

Am I a joke!

Can he get tested

A country sad sick infested

Is this it

I wake up every morning to this shit

A piece of cloth to cover my face

A piece of cloth can get me killed cause of race

My health or my life

My life or my breath!

Have we hit bottom

Is there any stimulus left

To vote and then what

I protest

To appreciate the little things

I hope and I pray

For a new day

All the coffins in the ground

I'm trying not before my time

But all the things I lack

I'm still black

Can you vaccinate 2020 and back, ..sick

We can't lose another embodiment of good

Unarm Persons, Leaders, Social justice "hoods"

We in the middle of a Pandemic

However, we lead though

Sad about our ego

To keep from crying....

I'm not good at it, but I hear music

so I write to the beat of it

sometimes its ok

I'm not good at talking, but I listen

so my heart tells me to

just cause

sometimes it helps

to keep from crying

Looking better

I'm in perfect key

Looking better

fit like a symphony.

Up close and personal

love is free

committed to myself

be ready for me.

Expanded and upgraded

the melody of my heart

undergone the taskmaster

over again to start.

Don't knock my rhythm

Don't step on my feet

I'm not afraid

Don't look just leap!

Looking better

I'm in perfect key

Looking better

fit like a symphony.

Quiet skin and sad eyes

When you are abandoned

You are left vulnerable and wise

You seek to be excepted and left alone

A part of something big or in a corner with a low tone

You encourage while being discourage

Why can no one feel what you feel

Cause you say nothing

You don't need any sympathy

The world is happy

Yet it seems so

Like a hot cooktop, it doesn't come close

To be quiet and crying

Forgotten heart and crying smile

Where you find only self

Ink and paper walk your mile

The issues come as life and death

Your world finds strength with each deep breath

You cover your face only to please, while you are never at ease

Why are the words, "help," too hard

Cause you say nothing

You long to be touched

The world is sad

Yet it seems so

Like awarm hug, it wants to embrace you

Not to be sad or forgotten

My mother told me, when I came home one evening from work, that AARP is great and all, but being old you come to realize that old people can't help old people. They have the same issues I do and they all want it to be between the years 19 something and 2000. After that she started playing Candy Crush and asked "Do I have a Facebook account? Cause I'm old I don't recall." I told her no. She said, "If you were old you couldn't tell me that. There should be young people at AARP." So with that said, she just need to get that off her chest after talking to AARP and all I could do was laugh. Enjoy your parents.

Woman,

you have kept your head down too long.

Mother.

Teacher.

Leader of song.

Woman,

you are a fighter of truth.

Daughter.

Lover.

Follower of Ruth.

Woman,

don't let words of others say you are mistaken this time.

Hero.

Philosopher.

Whom the bell tolls for louder than a chime.

Woman,

you have spoken; keep on sayin until they have heard.

Powerful.

Soaring.

Like a wolf, become a hunter, we were never a timid bird.

Woman,

we stand in the mist of a deep smog.

Giver.

Protector.

Be a knight, head up high, in this era of rusty cogs.

Whos approval do you seek?

You need none from God.

He placed you here.

You should act like you belong.

Don’t let some one draft you for it.

To many died to remove it.

While others try to ignore it.

You creature of habit,

Remove it!

Your day won’t change.

If you stay the same

and be ridiculous,

Causing yourself pain.

All things needed are yours.

They aren’t mislabled trending or fake.

Not to tribal or swiped.

You can change your fate.

I'm stuck on the other side of this fence.

Where there is no room for others to come in.

And fire is all over me.

That water cannot put it out.

My house is full of rotten food.

And I'm the one who is crude.

I'm stuck on the other side of this fence.

If I open it you may want to enter in.

And fury is all I feel.

Your pleads don't even feel real.

Your babies my have cries.

So I cover up my eyes.

I'm stuck.

I dont believe the state I'm in.

Your effort to knock on my fence,

I should let you in.