Retrieved Realization

Written by: Destini Williams

I shouldn't have to rhyme these words For you to know its a poem For your eyes are blank like you drank Alcohol straight from a jeroboam Your hearts are curled Like the fists of a newborn Your ears are closed shut Your mind a distant storm For man fails to recognize The words between the lines We fail to find our purpous Cause our lives are so unjust We take in too much pride Of our own lives Pride in our breasts And our heads held high But like little children Our humility will suffer We shall wipe the weary feet of Our fellow sisters and brothers So consider this a warning And a reassurance too Soon I hope you'll recognize The humble spirit in you.