Who is my fight with...aint nobody worrying! Im torn and my flesh cries out for a release, as I focus my anger am I the one in danger? My mind is entangled and confused. Is my distrust based on my social freedoms, economic monetary and labor values, or truly the confused power behind the color of my skin? When will it end...will it end! Fist balled up and a weapon in the other hand...excuse me intellect all wound up...and power of the pen in the other hand. Im ready to throw blows but my target is hanging within blurred lines of focus. I see the legal system being in place for the people but the instruments of integrity in place to carry the implementation out butt the scales or not balanced. I see a queen through one lens and a phrase and image of a Thot in the other. I see a student in one lens and a young man sagging in the other. I see the caption of the nation of European countries in one lens saying go back and in the other a caption who brought me over here and now that youve usurped my labor, talents, and family structure you want me to go back to a foreign land to me now? I see a brother reaching out his hand in one lens and and gun in the other. I see the church begging for me to come in as the structure for the new building begins in one lens and in the other the a church being lived out beyond the doors of tradition and religion. Who is my fight with...the frustration of my target has me swinging in the dark of emotions and seriously shadow boxing with all of these notions? It seems like aint nobody worrying. No more...no more, no more. When will it end...will it end, will it end? N2MEUC=INTIMACY© 2014
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 18:28:02 +0000
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