an incomplete picture…

an incomplete picture...

we all have self doubts
questioning
our value
in life
and
to others
questions 
we
can never
truly answer
for
our merit
is
in the eyes
of
others
who
rarely
feel a need
to
express
what’s obvious
to them
and
they are certain
we see
what they see

 

 

without rhyme or reason…

without rhyme or reason

random fragments
of
your life
are
scattered around
the floor
of
your conciousness
as
you shuffle
from
one thought
to
the other
they
become
less
coherent
your past
becomes
indiscernible
from
dreams
and
nightmares
nightmares
that soon
envelop
your days
so your days
become indistinguishable
from nights
now
life
as you had
envisioned it
is
forgotten
only
basic
survival routines
exist
your movements
no longer
have any real purpose
other than
to
sustain
in
an unpremeditated manner
the dreams
and
nightmares

 

 

african burial grounds…

african burial grounds

the truth’s been
paved over
a black layer
of lies
covers
the visible surface
while
the foundation
of
your existence
is hidden
beneath where you
stand today
your
firm footing
provided by
what you have
failed
to learn
and
understand
your crime
is one
of
ignorance
and
blind acceptance
for even
a mother lies
to
conceal crimes
of
passion
so
it should be
no surprise
that
a nation
seeks to bury
its
cardinal sins