1914

She was slayed to the bone,

pushing needles to the bone,

All the lost years,

tore the petals from my rose.

 

I tried to call, she left me hanging,

add a rope and thinking suicide got my heart banging.

But i was frightened to be enlightened that she was exposed drugs,

dear birth giver wish i could kill those thugs.

 

The thought of you is like upper cut, Tyson

It’s like being stampeded by a million bison

I’m almost two meters tall and reaching heights

and without you I’d never be seated in His right hand

 

This right here is many years of cooped up emotions,

Sneaking out the house just numb the pain with potions

Puffing blunts pulling stunts,

i got feelings too deep to post it

so i write on a post-it

 

maybe i'm too polite,

but let me put it to you this way

the feelings,

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

i was cooped up in this cage of rage so to say

you can over come emotions, so they say

but i just try to send the thoughts on holiday

i don't know your birthday,

if i did i'd make it a holy day

i take a knee and pray

that we can meet someday

 

you're so high we can't even meet up to conversate

but let's fuse our sates of mind and call that the interstate

i try to feel to the love , but i'm overcome by hate

this might seem irate,

but deep down i still love who you are,

let's celebrate

swish

 

i want to tell you how i grew up,

how i traveled to US as a baby

trying new stuff,

how i was taught but struggled to show love