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| Art by Aaron Griffin |
I’m not angry
I’m just tired
So I write to gain some sort of resolve
Internally
Cuz externally this space we live in
The hyphen between birth and death
What we inherently label life
Couldn't be life, could it?
Cuz we ain’t living
It’s a civil war
Physically and spiritually
A game of Four Corners
In that corner the "Socially Accepted"
In the other corner the "Politically Correct"
Over there the "Religiously Programmed"
And right there the "On Trend Buzz Word Bullies"
The rest of us
Very few of us
Are left alone in a room full of people
Chameleon'd into believing
This is just the world we live in
I’m not confused
Just voided of scope
So I write with hopes
That my words
Help regain peace
With a glimpse of optimism
At the very least
I wish the fluidity of empathy and respect was pushed just as hard as war heroes push sexuality.
I wish we could listen more than we talk
So our plans are effective enough to activate
.
I wish we would put sanctions on history repeating itself
I wish we’d learn to tap into our own humanity
So we are able to see the humanity in others
I wish we knew how to individually control and govern ourselves
So we can stop surrendering to ego that yearns to control and govern others
I wish I didn’t have to spend my days wishing for shit...
That I honestly don't believe ain’t going to ever really happen.
I’m not hopeless
I’m just dejected
So I write a prayer of healing
Knowing that with each prayer is a call to action
I pray for a world affirming that GOD controls this space in time
I pray for a removing of idle sit backs
set backs
back tracks
I pray for a move into a new mindset
A kindred virtue
I pray for a move towards explicit healing
Ourselves
Our families
So we don't continue to ferment the toxicity
That poisons generations
Alone in a room full of people
I write
Tired
I write
Void of scope
I write
Dejected
I write
Prayerfully
I write
I write knowing
This is my contribution to revolution
