- Apr 14, 2001
- 375
- 3
- Occupation
- Fractional CFO, Venture P
emotions held my soul captive
fearful that truth would reveal itself
or itself reveal the truth
afraid to be alone
and i cried
sun penetrated my exterior
provided light within
warmth throughout
yet not the slightest essence of LOVE detected
so i cried
and i cried, and cried, sobbed, wept, shed tears
confronted fears/all in less than 21 years
rarely when i sit and scribe/is it with elation, jubilation, or
positive motivation/rather it's PURE, unadulterated frustration
because these youthful rages developed at premature stages
taking over all blank pages/animalistic locked in steel cages
who in the hell waged this...war against my being/written liberation
isn't freeing/unless it can be openly shared/but once again i'm scared
feeling as if restraints have been placed/face and voice erased/poetic
soulfood devoid of taste/sometimes i spit LOVE, AFROCENTRICITY/anger or verbal toxic waste/all done without HASTE/because that's how i stay real/how i maintain SANE/ so that the life i was given isn't living in vain/but i'm living in pain/no father/emotionally detached and distant mother/two
sisters/one brother/black sheep of the family/coping with this/that/and the other/High school graduate at 16/USC alumni who soon learned through experiences that the world is unneccessarily mean/especially when a teen/but to make the equation more interesting/add these variables...multi-ethnic/bi-sexual/spending minutes upon hours in prayer/because my lifestyle is seen as questionable...modeling contracts/industry ********...but there are other factors we musn't forget/
young man shaking my ***(ets) on stage/grinding on your lap for the $20's i'm paid/benzes, jags, Roth IRA's, 401(k)'s living in Cali/seeing mostly rainy days/in a daze/feeling crazed/on the verge of wanting to blaze/some trees/and sip the red passion alize/in desperation and in hope/that my issues will evaporate...
i lay on my back
tears stream down my heart
drown my soul
suffocate the poetic being
still alone
and still i cry!!!
fearful that truth would reveal itself
or itself reveal the truth
afraid to be alone
and i cried
sun penetrated my exterior
provided light within
warmth throughout
yet not the slightest essence of LOVE detected
so i cried
and i cried, and cried, sobbed, wept, shed tears
confronted fears/all in less than 21 years
rarely when i sit and scribe/is it with elation, jubilation, or
positive motivation/rather it's PURE, unadulterated frustration
because these youthful rages developed at premature stages
taking over all blank pages/animalistic locked in steel cages
who in the hell waged this...war against my being/written liberation
isn't freeing/unless it can be openly shared/but once again i'm scared
feeling as if restraints have been placed/face and voice erased/poetic
soulfood devoid of taste/sometimes i spit LOVE, AFROCENTRICITY/anger or verbal toxic waste/all done without HASTE/because that's how i stay real/how i maintain SANE/ so that the life i was given isn't living in vain/but i'm living in pain/no father/emotionally detached and distant mother/two
sisters/one brother/black sheep of the family/coping with this/that/and the other/High school graduate at 16/USC alumni who soon learned through experiences that the world is unneccessarily mean/especially when a teen/but to make the equation more interesting/add these variables...multi-ethnic/bi-sexual/spending minutes upon hours in prayer/because my lifestyle is seen as questionable...modeling contracts/industry ********...but there are other factors we musn't forget/
young man shaking my ***(ets) on stage/grinding on your lap for the $20's i'm paid/benzes, jags, Roth IRA's, 401(k)'s living in Cali/seeing mostly rainy days/in a daze/feeling crazed/on the verge of wanting to blaze/some trees/and sip the red passion alize/in desperation and in hope/that my issues will evaporate...
i lay on my back
tears stream down my heart
drown my soul
suffocate the poetic being
still alone
and still i cry!!!