I sometimes wandered what happens when you run out of tears to cry. Do the ducts become so full they are obstructed With the frustration and anxiety of the backwards ways of how he says I got love for you. Not I love you and I’m ready to commit to you Cause my tears stopped running the second you stopped gunning For the rights to my hand and the respect of my womanhood Not any man can cross the bars that run into my mind and suspend my thoughts And engulf them and my tears with visions of you Visions of what we go through And I start to try to cry But my frustration won’t allow it as I twist my face Into a pout and wait for you to recognize my discontent with out predicament That you don’t even know exists. Because to you our relationship doesn’t exist I’m young and idealistic and can’t understand the struggle to hustle against this capitalistic bubble That’s got you running in this rat race For a pay check and a completed mix tape But I’m young and idealistic and cannot comprehend the minutes and hours you sit on end trying to get your life back into YOUR hands again Cause that prison industrial complex got in your mind and the numbers are running and adding up somehow And that police record ain’t reflecting too positive to prospective employers As your qualifications aren’t as qualitative like the qualifications of aggressiveness is to being a lawyer I started this poem out to write about how much I hate the man in you But in doing so I just wrote a poem about how I admire the man you aspire to be As you follow you and I follow me in the hope of the prospect of W-E So my discontented tears are in no way associated to what I expect as Your incompetence More or less just reflect my aggravation with our prospect Cause we are not one But live as many under the rays of God’s sun Under the shadow’s of God’s moon And within the sensuality of God’s seasons So our seasons are not in sync with the universal pattern And I wait for you to do what you need to do And sit with my frustrated tears That I’ve cried so many times And dedicate this poem to you Because I sang songs in the shade of Blue Looking like Lady Day rocking in shades of grey like my crying eyes that have turned from blue to green Thinking back in envy of the circumstances that get to hold you Like I wish I sometimes could Cause those four bars on your cell phone that keep you from calling out when you’re away from home Are the four bars that contact the cell in my heart and light up when I start to Roam Because some of these men might look good But they aren’t as good as what I use to hold at home So I continue to bite back my tears that won’t fall And hope that you are in a position to move forward and move through And although you may not acknowledge the true woman in me I just pray to God that your eyes will one day breath light and see The prosperity that will result from your back breaking work And the fact that a frustrated woman stands in contempt Of her inability to hate you because of your life’s redemption And she’ll always stand in love and know That her pain is significant as the deep roads in your soul She loves you She is me She is the person I avoid being But she is holding back her tears As obstructions of guilt hold her tears in her eyes As obstructions of guilt damn the tears in her eyes And she finally breaks down And cries.
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
your work while long does show much depth, that said i wonder what is beyond the stream of emotion? can that same intensity be found in a topic that requires this moment, not stimulated by the past but the present? nice reading you here.
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
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