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Personal Turmoil

PERSONAL TURMOIL BY DE’KARI I’m this way, that way. Up, down. Lost, Found Soul tormented, screams tremendous, listen!.... No sound I am what I’ve always been, confusion and chaos No sleep, nor dreams, it seems that I’m lost I’m a soldier with no war, a Honey Bee with no honey I’m a prophet with no vision! A father with no money Lord Please…. Ish Allah…. Mother Earth direct my path Guidance I seek, ghetto refugee, wish I can smile, can’t remember the sound of laughter I go, stay. Leave. Come. Follow, no lead Through storms and floods, wade. Can’t drown take heed Paid attention, mental weight lifting. Momma- great teacher yes she was Was lost, now found. Stolen, replaced, amazing my Grace, She…. I love Blind but I see the courage that I need Neva to give up, no matter what I must succeed No tears, I smile, no frowns I now remember laughters sound From mist, Sun’s kiss, evaporate, condensate, rain drop I fall… to the ground

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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