Columbus day

Losing my mind slowly, trying to perfect my craft quietly while moving silently. Loving blindly and screaming inside of me…

Another one bites the dust as I try to wash the rust that erodated on my heart. Pumping love in each artery seems like it takes hours for it to unlock. Like a mission i keep trying until its complete. Taking short breaks as I walk down the street, trying to remain sane in this heat. So much bloodshed in these streets. Slave patrol with their badges and want respect like detective gadget. Pretending not to know anything like Roger rabbit, then wait for a few months for it to quiet down like poof it vanish, call it tragic.

Killing my brothers and sisters is their bad habit. Mocking my indgeious people is their fun fab , till someone who has money takes a statement and simple minded people soon start to praise them but shows no true appreciation for the cause only hatred. Feeding into the fire of hate, wondering why the wrong things are what change; then they want to complain when it starts to impact them but then realizes it's too late.

That its harder to take a stand on cause when you're being inflicted. Being black or brown easily gets you rephrended… or killed. Dropping bodies is a thrill, time for a revolution or another oil spill. Distracting us from the real cause or adding to the madness which does not dissolve, it is real.

Unopened answers causes conspiracies while the ones who hold the truth lies in history and occasionally spit it out like mysteries. Trying to piece everything up is like completing a puzzle when the last piece is hidden under the rug. Then they claim only God can judge but that's not the one who gives you 10- to life; for just trying to create a better path for you and i.