We Ain’t A Curse

It’s nothing you can say to me

from the gutter

to something other

it’s the newest slavery

No, No,

I don’t need anyone

to pray for me

Life bless my soul

nothing less

than the Best

so when I’m laid

to rest

I’ll still be Black, Beautiful, and BOLD!

Yes!

Caution:

Getting back to the basics

people been racist

you can’t stop imposters

eating their shrimp and losters

buying at slient auctions

taking life as their options

from

my people

with little regard

to be

on guard.

Bang! Bang! BANG!

Too much

violence for

who brains?

Scared

they pull the trigger

shooting the pain

into

torn hearts

shot after shot

soooo

many

they forgot

if we live

there’s a plot

lock’em up

to let us

rot

by the end of their knots

hang’em from

contending

to show

Greatness

more powerful

than their

Universe

they

rather

take our lives

back

to

Reverse

dirt to dirt

labeled “Curse”.

You See but Don’t See…

Can’t eat

no

home

just

concrete

cold

dirty

grains

of sand

stomped

upon

globally

cold

icy

burns

beneath

the

tents on a

ground

of cardboard

removal

quietly

surviving

and

rushed

into a

buried

ground

cleansed

by

no hospital

no visitors

no family

no name

its

inevitable

dust to dust

back to

ashes

water

wash away

in the

sewers

cause

no one

knew us

as

homeless.

Masked

Morning

into

mourning

thousands

is

hard to

swallow

like black

licorice.

Forty-five

lying

all

snickerish

covering

up

manure

in

fatalities

missing

the morals

of

reality

chirping

craziness like

“Great Again”…”Great Again”…

Pardon me,

since when?

This

aint

an

On/Off

Hollywood

production

camera scenes

movie

or wicky wonderland

dreams

lights, camera, action!

Not to

States

or

22 million

stay-in

out of

work

it’s been

repeated

6 feet away

or

6 feet deep

face

masked

extremes

coughing

ah-choo

quarantine

days

to

nights

hotter

than

a volcanic steam

glacier island

melting

away

from sun beams

but

TRILLIONS

in green

given

to people

ain’t broke

but the

joke

“We All In This Together”…

whatever

Be

Woke.

Uh-Oh…Its just business…

Money

flow

stop and go

S&P Dow

Up and Down

like riding a merry-go-round…frown

it’s just business

case closed

there goes

retirement

dough

age is

a number

social security

won’t be

no more…

it’s just business….

to whatever or whomever

floats

the yachets, masions, and expensive

cars

in a six car garage

mixed up

with

scammers…it’s just business…

lose it all

crawling behind

bars

riches to poor

money ain’t money

if you don’t

have it anymore.

Stank

Eeeeeeel!

Funky

clogged

up

dirty

drains

spills

nasty filth

of

a grime mouth

running-out

sewers

rats in

packs…

Come

See

Me…

Here…I …Am.

Locked and loaded

waiting,

to

squeeze-off

happy

yo-muck-head

to

bleed out

a

Prayer

to God, …Wait!

Candles

lit

patience

to

sit

holding

on to

the situation

or

headout.

Angermanagent

red…

spread

em’ out

stinky- inky…

this is

or

this ain’t

a cleanse

gone bad.

It Up to Me…

Stumble

upon

a rock,

tripped

over my own

shoe,

clumsy to

stand

balancing

when

I lost

You.

Embrace

for impact

with

both hands

to fall…

different thoughts,

different ways,

different days,

it’s still up

to me always.

Gravel

scuffed

my hands

rough

but

as tough as

I…

I get up

to be

myself

brushing off

the pain,

only I

can

hold myself

up

when

No others

around

me

remains.

In my Head…

My mind

speaks

to me…Fix me?

What’s wrong

with me? Shhh!

Let me quiet

those

thoughts

louder

than I

want to think

or

want to speak

wanting

that

attention

intentionally

pounding

to listen. Hush!

Let me

hear

my

sounds

Of ME

my

turn up

bass

of music

mystery

to

drown

them old wildly

echoing tunes of the truth…the past…

the whatever… to another song…Ahhhhhh!

Screaming

inside

anxious

whispers

of grains

sprawling

sound bits

awaiting me

to misery

from

peace from ME.

Will peace everybe?

Shhhhh! Quiet please.

Everyday Monsters

A walking

authentic

me

in a

mystified

world

full of

monsters

with smiles…,

some good

some bad

some roar

crooked wilderness

rough and tough

rolling into

foolishness

to

deceive

anybody

willing

to believe

everything

sparkles in

glittery nice

are

alrighty

and

mighty right

to correct

the left

floating

leftover

crumbs

to the

gums

of the

dirty scrumbs

hidden away

behind

metal locks

all categorizes

the same…,

monsters

in a box

but,

plenty

turn their

heads

rubbernecking

the wrong

direction

when

visually

they’ve

missed

to see

the

many

amongst them

working

in the

so-called

corporate offices

of

locked

legits,

flooding green

to

lobbyist

politically powerful

hypocrites,

putting

anybody

in nasty

pits

to fall

while they

stand bold and tall

showing off

their

shinning

pearly

white teeth,

clothing

tailored

and

freshly neat,

to be the

cleverest

monsters

of them ALL…,

paid

lovely

to hide

behind

deceit.

Remember What?

Flashbacks…,

daydreams…,

Nightmares…,

they’ve

come and go

into

memories

of anguish

and spooked

into swirling

illusion and confusion

Woken

into insanity

sailing back

off track

to tailor

defeat…

No, No, No,

not me

anymore…

pressing

reset on the

cranial lobe

of toxic

cancer

eating away

precious

today’s…

Shy

hiding

not

confiding

tried and exhausted

sobbing for

solutions

to

dead this

slow execution

of misery…

No, No, No,

can’t talk

about it,

write

about it,

or even

try to

describe it…,

muting

the

wanna

knows

sparingly

from

an pandora box

filled

of trying not

to

Remember…,

To

how I

wanna be

remembered

as

not

crazy.