Black Poetry : BLOCKED

Legacy21

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After two months of not writing....

Sing:

Sometimes I feeeeel like a motherless child
A long waaay from home
Oh, sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home


9,000 miles later and 24 shifts of a time drift in this dimension
Reflects my face back in shattered mirrors
See I am beyond frustration that my pen no longer flows
It's inky rivers on my dry pages
These blank pages spreading like miles of burning sand before me
Silently screaming: WHAT THA ****!!!
I don't have a reason for my season of creative disparity
These days I'd rather spend my time getting lost
In between the pages of lively fiction
That let's my mind escape into colorful narratives
More vivid than the life I currently live
Somehow my artistic soul has been reduced to a 9-5 gig
Finding myself doing the Corporate Jig
And I don't really want to be here
Can't remember the last time I felt the need to express myself
Or bless a mic with more than dead echoes
Of the soul that USED to live here
Can't remember the last time open mic was not an open melee
Cause it seems poetry just don't love me no more
I've been too busy fighting other peoples wars
Serving as an emotional whore
To unappreciative ingrates
I don't have faith
And I don't believe in nothing anymore
Finances have got me in this dance
Where the two step of hard times kicks my a*s
And I can't do the math
Even though I've got Supreme Mathematics
Neatly filed in the pages of my Book of Life
I went searching for something different when I joined the Five Percent
Seems like I just let myself become a greater victim of my needing to know
So now I want my freedom back
Want to take off the headwrap
And say **** the ideologies of self proclaimed scholars
Bottom line I got to flip dollars, pay bills, beat the deadline before I'm feeling cramps from missed meals
Nobody is going to give more of a d*mn about me
Than myself
I'll willingly put the thousand books of knowledge I've gained in life
Back on the shelf for a moment of ease and peace
Cause the pain I feel has shifted so many faces
I don't know where to place my heart
So I've stopped feeling and I've grown numb
Because the sh*t doesn't matter anymore
Don't know what the hell I was struggling for
I don't want to believe it was to live like this
Because I'd take this sh*t and ship it back to God
If I thought He still did exist in my life
I want to trust that all knowing, all powerful God
That the world makes into such a mystery
Instead of realizing the essence of God is inside of you and me
I want to shed this Earth body and remember what spirit feels like
This is the state of my life
Drifting along trying to find a home
Inside this hollow human shell
Four walls once called a home has now become Hell
& I don't want to be there anymore
9,000 miles and 24 shifts of a time drift in this dimension
More broken mirrors
A pen that refuses to flow
& a soul that doesn't know how to feel anymore....

Sometimes I feeeeel like a motherless child
A long waaay from home
Oh, sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home
 
I know you feel like your artistic self has left you, but it's still there, bubblin up stuff you'd rather not look at. This piece is so tight, so intense. I feel you on so much of it. I've been emotionally bankrupt before, as well as devoid of my artistic spirit. Don't give up though, Legacy. The thing about bad times is you're never certain when they'll end. You just have to be certain you're stronger than they are. And from your words I can tell you are. Peace and blessings from me and the entire Destee fam. We're here for ya. (and keep writing, even if what comes out is somethin you consider horrible)
 

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