Sincerely,
And he was a dream deferred
A raisin in the sun tearfull
as he thought about the young sailor
shattering mirrors because his own images
raped him and took his innocence
mental rainstorms become his encumbering, labrythine vice
rapidly; wondering if God even cares
If we were promised Paradise if Eve hadn't been so thoughtless
and he sent Jesus to the Earth for our forgiveness
Why didn't he forgive her
A raisin in the sun tearfull
as he thought about the young sailor
shattering mirrors
As Liberache's seranades chime thought my nonplussed mind
clouded in marijuana smoke
I pray in Langston Hughes tears
body bagged in agony
wishing Monte was a deaf mute
and 8th grade wasn't mandatory for American Children of God
Psycho wards of hatred are atom bombed upon my fragile soul
in fragments
pieces of nothing that You created
You
I pray in Langston Hughes tears
body bagged in agony
repulsive
The Dandelion that grew from concrete
that imperfect flower that you don't appreciate
that You created
that flower that you step on with your sadistic epithets
and I cried as you held me
and we lie together beside the turntables
The Alicia Keyes answer record I made
as cancer swims through your wooded, sequoia eyes
not quite understanding your mortality
snorting cocaine to electric blanket your Arctic pain
A raisin in the sun tearfull
as he thought about the young sailor
shattering mirrors that reflected his own disdain
Watching Hitler immolate my mother's dignity
trapped in a gas chamber of ambivalence while reason thins
My life is an unmanned chainsaw forgotten by a drunk lumberjack
rotating on the grass
and You told me Jesus loved me
but let him take me through Gomorrha to see the ruins
scoffing
as I lie
as I simply breathe
I wanna drown myself this time without your incorporeal intervention
I drank half a bottle of Nyquil
and turned the bathwater on
I pray in Langston Hughes tears
body bagged in agony
wishing 2Pac was still alive so we could record a track together
I feel my genius denied by being a Sojourner
being Adamic, and being Langston
crying words of melancholy blood, trying to untie Satan's ropes from his eyes
as I lie
as I simply breathe
Will God wake me in the morning
You can't tell me he isn't there mommy!!
I took the red pill and here I am in a MONSTEROUS ENORMOUS WORLD OF
self-pity
And I had no epiphany that You didn't deliver
Cursed, I break the mirror in 144,000 pieces
faced with 7 years of heavenly truth
I feel my great-great-great-great-great grandmother jump off the slaveship
voluntarily
chained and raped of her memories and soul
every time I looked in that mirror
at myself
Langston Hughes cries outside my window
at 3:00 in the morning
in his robe
Fallen
trapped in a Blair witch cellar corner of indecision
looking for love from a jpeg image
cellofaned in misery
jettisoned into an tsunami prone ocean
typhooned into a brick wall
surviving
My heart struggles for dear life
amongst a universe of straight-razors
and ever time I find release, the Incubus climbs on top of me
prostrate
Fighting off Lucifer
and Tutti Fruitti Rainbow colored flags of insanity
Langston Hughs admired his butcher
as he machetted his arm off
and you laughed
a ducks a duck
I'm your redefinition
your comma
your period
your epoch
your regret
your bane
your raison d'etre
your smile
your book's page
Langston Hughes cries
watering the lone dandelion in the middle of the sidewalk
Dear God,
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Langston Hughes Cries
