The Consequential World
For sure if I BLEED I die
With this I stick my chin out and hold my head high.
KNOWING I must try.
Rightly but not ideal.
This world twist and turns on FLUXED appeal.
As had been discussed in a covert CONVERSATION
If I held my TONGUE would I cause my lip to contort any how?
Not to say I wouldn't be JADED and wrinkle MY brow
Now, as we had spoken and agreed
I will not be crowded in with soft grays and ordinary beige
Do not lock me in that GILDED CAGE.
I need no protection from this consequential world
I can not hide I must seek RESOLVE and make effort to ABIDE
CLEARLY here's the GIST
NOTHING EXIST WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2015
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