Heart cracked like the sole of a communal farmer, Motivation wouldnt heal it, even a speech by Obama, Emotion afraid of expression, hides like the life of Osama, Because Ive Been-Lard-in a pot on a hot stove sizzling, Through the storm of coals hot like hail stones drizzling, Drop by drop quickly scorched my mental reasoning, Mixed me with seasoning it ate me up and digested, The world took a dump of my remnants and jested, Part of me remained in its cell infested blood stream, My remnants decomposed by micro-organisms as dying dreams, Sunk in the soil to nourish the lives of plants, That bore fruit to nourish the lives of others, Through apples and bananas fed to pregnant mothers, Maize that gave energy to hard working fathers, Thats the only good that came out of my emotional hurt, Being able to be a blessing through nutrition on Earth, I had conversations with carrots that were buried in dirt, Gave them Vitamin A hoping it would help you to see, Then I added Potar-sium through the roots of a tree, Grew leaves as dollar notes buy happyness free. © Mcpotar 2014
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 05:13:44 +0000
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