I am two different people
Superficially the same
One inside the romantic
and totally right brained
the other is pragmatic
intellectualizing all
A dichotomy of thought on two different keys
a melody together, two harmonies apart
A symphony when played
cacophony to part
The Music of Me -(C) Susan Manley AKA Artimus 1986
While you spend the time intellectualizing and politicizing Jodiann's death
Remember someone pickney dead
Because of discrimination and power play let's call it as it is .
A child don't have her mother.
Yes another report comes out without hope because a nuh one big man pickney dead
My question is ...would you want anyone to treat your pickney suh
Mi afraid to cough and sneeze because you will think is COVID-19 ...you think you any better than them doctor...just watch your own reaction when someone cough and sneeze ...yuh ask is that COVID-19
Discrimination is real
Many call for Tufton to resign ...a him did discriminate?
In case you never hear... he was never there.
Stop the politics and call out the doctor them name
Because them never care.
There was a time when doctors believe that all lives matters but today mi question that
Now a child without her mother
A mother without a daughter
A sister without her sister
And a lover without his mate
Just because a doctor discriminate
they never cared
At the end of the day that what it boil down to ...them never care .. only their life matters.
Feeling a touch of melancholy today..
Do I need to know why?
Do I need to know how?
Quite often the intellectual mind takes over.
As to why I feel a touch of melancholy..
A touch of melancholy it is..
Followed by a side of feeling the blues..
No intellectualizing is necessary here
It just simply is..
Need not chase the melancholy blues away..
By chasing it..
It may just return with a vengence.
Instead..
Go with the flow
Apply a sprinkle of loving care..
Along with an embrace..
An act of love is always an answer..
Tomorrow is another day..
Tomorrow is a new day..
The sun shall rise tomorrow at dawn..
Dawn's early magnificent light..
Feeling a touch of melancholy today..
Tomorrow a joyful, bright, cup of cheer awaits me..
My Grandmother died, and I have not penned my loss
nor I have stooped to pick her rose
and smell the scent of her.
I can not allow the sights to emerge,
when I must close my eyes,
I can not afford to let her go
nor allow myself to go with.
There is a world of grief and screaming
covered in my intellectualizing
but I can neither nod hello or whisper goodbye,
I must stay this path she set.
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