Extended Hand

I take this time to extend my hand to the man who had no hand. 

That man had a ear that gave so much non-physical support, you can hear him speak in parables such as judges in court.

That man played devils advocate with his own rationality 

African American was his nationality but a blank space is what he rather be.

Equal

The stages from a boy to a man, 

Being able to RESPOND in ways of a civil man. 

That man  lost his cool so he smoked ports

Abandoning his dream of being alive on the court.

That man showed persistence carrying all burdens on his shoulders gettin bolder and bolder.

Love is what that man followed so not being accepted was a hard pill to swallow.

Fix the pain, he wallowed,in his own misery with being alone and having no love to follow. I think he's plagued with that Love Jones Romance, running to the airport with no bags in his hands. Drenched in sweat, filled wit fret, that man loved on the edge looking for needs that could never be met. That hope was literally his dope, he spoke till he got high and it was the vision he stroked.  Making love with love itself shid I think it's bad for your health but who's to judge when your feeling something you never felt. That mans love story became a survey looking for wisdom, shunning away from those that confined him like a Geo prism. Let go is what his confidants tell him, let go is what his self won't tell him.