I Write

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