my ink becomes too thick to flow
So I sit to wait,
Mind becomes a battlefield
Not even a space for wind to blow.
‘Cause all these corners are locked.
Yet I’m never sure of what yields
Between my muscles and thoughts
Is alot I wish to clear.
This burden that no one wants to bear
I am a slave of this pen
And feels like my life is sentenced here forever.
I stand at the front like a soldier.
I remember ,
those childhood days.
Dreams written on my tongue.
to split them out for anyone who asked !
So much ,
I dreamnt to be one
But I was afraid of neddles and white cause I’m black.
I shivered whenever I saw a wound,
Yet wished to be a doctor ?
I am a doctor,
A black doctor
I will not be in white masks
But black as the soils of my land
I will heal a heart,
that is almost dying
I will ,
tell the world that the worst disease would be us.
That we can only be a remedy of our own diseases,
If we believe in us.
To create our own heaven on earth !
When I grow up !
I am grown
And here I am ,
I’m not letting go this plane empty
fly my passengers to a realism world
Tell stories ,
of an honest hustler and a gambler
That both have a mind
A difference in the business they mind.
I will tell a prisoner behind bars they are safer than those imprisoned by their own selves.
I will tell them,
‘the outside of a cell is the entrance to another more dangerous cell’
So I will fly,
Fly thoughts of my generation
shortcuts will shorten our dreams
we are all destined
But not to a same destination
hatred is a burden that kills us instead of our enemies
So love is the most unifying factor.
I hate red ink for it reminds me
Of the blood on a chick’s neck .
Imaginations of humans who slaughter their fellows.
To win fame and power.
forgetting their origin.
So I adore black ink
‘Cause I am black and we are.
It reminds us that we belong together
So I wish,
everyone would let Power of love overcome,
the love of Power
So my ink fades,
But I’m at ease,
‘Cause black stumbles to rise
And not to fall.
© BellaPoet ,2017