Dozens of Me

I am not a hoodlum

I am not a hooded suspect

since the pandemic

crack cocaine epidemic

I have been the subject

let my eyes speak

what your tongue

will not confess

hear me loudly feel me tenderly

I am generally ruled by no one

and I will not bow down to the gun

fear is not my mother, father

brother, sister nor cousin

I am kin to the spirit of the pen

that multiplies by the dozens

I speak the truth and know

the truth that I speak

and there is nothing on earth

that can stifle me that's trifling

death is normal company

I don't close my eyes to sleep

I'll be at home when it comes for me

everyone that I ever loved

death's angel stolen away from me

my eyes are full though they

may appear to be empty

my stagnant tears have yet

to fall down on me

my current flow is insane

I tied my feelings to a track

stood back and watch

a train run over my pain

just to listen to the

other internal entities complain

an experience that only

my inner child can explain

to the one who scribbles

prognosis in fine red ink

on yellow legal size notepads

diagnoses no dads

who's seed are we

we had dads

like drug deals gone bad

choked and yoked

by a devilish establishment

who put poison in the semen

and you call me a demon

2014   WIZE DOM
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