16000
A train rolls into a stoic station, grey mist lifts cold air
Your hand I remembered on mine
In our land of paw paw and mango
You shoot me with your service pistol
You cajoule me with your expression of disinterest
You like me when I smile to the crowds
I recalled the dark look to your eye when simple request of an explanation for you never reaching on time?
Tickets are checked and im checked and you were vex
Mama vexes you brother vexes you
A simple room for a complex man, clouds through damp spots on ceilings, gas fire and bright rugs, wooden floors and plants
My journey is on the move away from you
Artist of life, artist of monetary and speaker of choice
I connect, I am woke and outspoken
You are distant even walking past and by when in company
Large hands searching for inspiration for your art
I'm vex now were I not inspiration? a heartbeat? a motivation?
You turned that day on the high road and I watched your back walk away from the street into the middle class houses where she would wait for you with coffee and sweets to boil
I'm invited to be polite
I feel might not polite, I feel I am a sore to your plaster disturbing your existence
Then why am I here?
Mist is all around my current destination
And even as woman I wipe teenage tears from my eye
Hoping this guy who I have searched through mountains, water and sky to find is free from abandoment of self
Hold me, knead me, mould me and learn from me
Don't ask me to sip with your posh lady high tea; or recitals and canapes
Atleast send a note with suggestions for dress?
Why my father in your eyes am I not blessed and your blessed one?
In god I find rest
