the
intimacy of our spiritual bonds are
being breached
why is my sister natural roots
bleached
with names that cry of fake
French
it seems her
ethnicity has been benched
poems that cry of his romantic
misdeeds
she discards his grace like
sunflower seeds
yet our self respect we
neglect to mend
so quick to recite her words
for effect
our need for healing is
feeling neglect
if we are to turn the page
the light we seek is not on
stage
our inner beings transcended
the ash
only to seek the bright of the
camera flash
did the supreme gift us to see
us grow
or for the attention seekers
to grin and crow
my people are speaking about
40's and guns
never about the pyramids that
reflected endless suns
the spoken word is beacon of
light
not to
pronounce your foolish need and call
yourself bright
we've become self serving
thinking we are ever deserving
getting in front of crowds
going me me me
the homeless soul we hardly
see.
respect the gift to keep it
tight
it's not about u, it's about
the light.
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