Monday, March 5, 2012
Chasing the gain
Showing my strength and pride
Masking my pain
Holden of for dear life trying not go insane.
My thoughts trail off in dew like vapor.
If tranquility is steel.
Then anguish must be paper.
So what to do?
Embrace it or run from it?
It’s not here yet
I’ll think nothing more of it.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Why brotha do you swear so much?/
Why brotha are you quick to anger and even quicker to mistrust?/
Why do speak to your tender flower like a whore?
Why do you think openly expressing your emotions are gay?/
How come when your burden down with problems you turn to the bottle instread of pray?/
Why brotha do you blame the white man for all your short comings in life?/
Why do feel you must kill another to earn your stripes?/
Why is it that you have the craving to sleep with any woman you can find; yet are not truly content until you have bedded mine?/
Why educated brotha do you call me a thug?/
Why older brotha won't you show your younger brotha love?/
Why brotha are you so brazen, so arrogant, so bold?
Why brotha do you lack a zest for life?
Why brotha are you so damn cold?
copyright 10/20/10 HLH