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This perception
The out of mind, body and soul experience of peace and harmony.
I lost myself back there and so for now I am looking to keep down this path.
Bare feet, and barely clothed. Yes that’s me wondering around for no apparent reason.
Scars reflecting the sunlight…sweat glistening like stars on a clear night.
Eyes directed towards something that my mind cannot possibly comprehend.
I do not know when and how I got to this place…but I do not like it.
The world that I knew was peaceful…and freedom was easily welcomed in, clothed and fed.
there was always a place where I could lay my head.
Nappy headed and ashy…cracked feet…and dusty.
Life was what it was…survival, peaceful…simple yet complicated.
It was what I was used too.
Dumb, stupid, ignorant, helpless, beaten, scorned and vengeful.
Yes that’s me, wondering through a vast field-striking matches as I toss them left and right as I walk slowly towards my destination.
You took everything that was worth living for.
I watched as my world swung slowly right before my eyes.
I could not save it…I could not grieve for it like I wanted too…like I needed too.
I was told that it could be me…I was told that I would never be anything…I was told that I was uneducated….I was told that no one loved me.
I was told that I was ignorant.
This perception…
Someone is hearing my cries; someone actually gives a damn about what is happening to me someone is trying to apologize for my hurt and pain…
That someone has just been put down to rest…what do I do now?
Dark eyes, nappy headed, black foot son of a .
These words are behind me.
I can hear it, I can feel the anger.
I’m starving…I haven’t eaten…I have no place to lay my head…I have no place that is safe enough for me to rest my eyes.
My hands feel like sand paper…skin like teflon, aged and raw yet it is refusing to be broken.
I have beaten the odds…the world is something new…yet to the naked flesh it is all still the same.
I am bound and chained…uncaged…just bound by the weight of my past…my present and possibly my future.
I am dragging these chains…hence the reason why I am walking slowly.
I am scarred from the top of my head all the way down to the base of my feet.
I am walking for a reason…I am not dead for a reason.
I am looking towards an unknown destination.
I am walking and hoping for peace.
Watch me as I lay all of my burdens down, listen to the tune that is emerging from between the cracks of my dried lips.
I am weary but I cannot stop walking.
I was told that it was important that I kept on walking.
I was told that a change was gonna come…
But that change has yet to tell me to come sit down by the riverside.
This perception…this image that has been set up on display is nothing but an image that I have been looking at for years.
I am chained…and I am bound.
And until that day comes when I am finally set free…
I will continue to walk…and strike matches…casting them to the left and to the right.
Bare feet…and barely clothed…yes that is me…wondering around for a reason…that so many people will never understand.
The out of mind, body and soul experience of peace and harmony.
I lost myself back there and so for now I am looking to keep down this path.
Bare feet, and barely clothed. Yes that’s me wondering around for no apparent reason.
Scars reflecting the sunlight…sweat glistening like stars on a clear night.
Eyes directed towards something that my mind cannot possibly comprehend.
I do not know when and how I got to this place…but I do not like it.
The world that I knew was peaceful…and freedom was easily welcomed in, clothed and fed.
there was always a place where I could lay my head.
Nappy headed and ashy…cracked feet…and dusty.
Life was what it was…survival, peaceful…simple yet complicated.
It was what I was used too.
Dumb, stupid, ignorant, helpless, beaten, scorned and vengeful.
Yes that’s me, wondering through a vast field striking matches as I toss them left and right as I walk slowly towards my destination.
You took everything that was worth living for.
I watched as my world swung slowly right before my eyes.
I could not save it…I could not grieve for it like I wanted too…like I needed too.
I was told that it could be me…I was told that I would never be anything…I was told that I was uneducated….I was told that no one loved me.
I was told that I was ignorant.
This perception…
Someone is hearing my cries; someone actually gives a damn about what is happening to me someone is trying to apologize for my hurt and pain…
That someone has just been put down to rest…what do I do now?
Dark eyes, nappy headed, black foot son of a .
These words are behind me.
I can hear it, I can feel the anger.
I’m starving…I haven’t eaten…I have no place to lay my head…I have no place that is safe enough for me to rest my eyes.
My hands feel like sand paper…skin like teflon, aged and raw yet it is refusing to be broken.
I have beaten the odds…the world is something new…yet to the naked flesh it is all still the same.
I am bound and chained…uncaged…just bound by the weight of my past…my present and possibly my future.
I am dragging these chains…hence the reason why I am walking slowly.
I am scarred from the top of my head all the way down to the base of my feet.
I am walking for a reason…I am not dead for a reason.
I am looking towards an unknown destination.
I am walking and hoping for peace.
Watch me as I lay all of my burdens down, listen to the tune that is emerging from between the cracks of my dried lips.
I am weary but I cannot stop walking.
I was told that it was important that I kept on walking.
I was told that a change was gonna come…
But that change has yet to tell me to come sit down by the riverside.
This perception…this image that has been set up on display is nothing but an image that I have been looking at for years.
I am chained…and I am bound.
And until that day comes when I am finally set free…
I will continue to walk…and strike matches…casting them to the left and to the right.
Bare feet…and barely clothed…yes that is me…wondering around for a reason…that so many people will never understand.
