Wednesday, April 8, 2015

i'm washing my hands

Today I'm new.
I''ve been delivered
from my old ways
Pressing forward
Going on.
Remaining strong.
At this time however. 
I'm reflecting.

I'm washing my hands.

I spent time in my early years learning of you.
They said I would be the one.

I'm washing my hands.

Letting the water rinse my memories clean.
I'm washing my hands.

Prophsieded by educators as a youngster not likely to succeed 
Strange amongst my peers.

I'm washing my hands.

Somewhere down the road I chose the opposite track.
Developed tough skin and learned the ways of the trap.

I'm washing my hands.

Bear with me. This goona take a minute. 
They ain't been soaking in Palmolive baby.

I'm washing my hands.

I watched the vital sighns slip slowly away from my queen mother in the ambulance.

I'm washing my hands.

My father.
My earliest memories of him was him being shackled from head to toe.

I'm washing my hands.

Baby Brah. Was like the only one who actually got me. One of the very few that could actually connect with me. 
Never had to say much he could just instinctively link with me.
Then he got cut down in the prime of youth. Sometimes I wonder what it would of been like if I would have been there to shoot.

I'm washing my hands.

My elders say I'm ignorant,lazy and don't know what true struggle is.

I'm washing my hands.

Society tells me I'm full of excuses and I'm playing the victim card. Either suck it up walk off or go hard.

I'm washing my hands.

Relationships?

What's that?

A myth. Just a figment of my imagination.

I'm washing my hands.

Looking to my savior for hope.
You gotta get rest of the grime Lord.
I'm all out of soap.

For right now I'm done washing my hands.

The poetry corner: Poetry with a passion . Poetry for all occasions tm
HLH 4/8/15