Find your way
You can't leave home with no wave
No goodbye
Nothing
You can't expect things to be the same.
You don't even know your name
Who are you?
Who am I?
Stripped of all identify,
Stripped of every sense, call and hint of me
All for a simple sense of security
All to make life obscure for me and
Give all privileges of birth
To those who make the world their own
In the name of greed, seed, and the false Pretense that they were meant to lead
Under the cross and spangled banner of righteousness
We persevere
And hope to overcome
These fears and truths
That interlope, grope, and choke.
With jokes, drinks, and body
Anything to stop the hurt, the weight of all The things.
A conk, a dance, a night, a fight, new pants, A hustle, or a dream.
The endless gamble of lives and money that Are cast away with ignorance and Desperation.
It's no, consolation that I am seen as the frog
At the bottom of the well
Surrounded by the project known as
Man-made hell, always with the inclination To croak, not because I started the fire but Because I was born already blackened by The comely flames of prejudice and pain, Lighting every house and home
For the present that all condone as well as The past that each one owns.
You have to want to
Live for more than to blow the breeze
There's more,
Than hoods to lie in,
Streets to die in,
Restaurants to dine in,
The air around you to sigh in.
There's more,
Than what only lasts through May
Than what can only be held, felt, or seen
To cherish in the day.