Monthly Archives: July 2013

I write something. I hit something. (not a person) I read something. I feel better. #therapy 

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I write something. I hit something. (not a person) I read something. I feel better. #therapy 

after affects

i am trapped in the back end of a tale spin

 

i think of tryvon i just to be in your arms

telling me its ok to be a black man

 

i sent in lust and mistrust of love

not knowing if my presence is missed by you

 

 

i go out to miss out on the tings that remind me of

 

intoxicated in all the places we made memories

trying to for get the presences of such things

 

i miss all the wrong notes when i sing

 

never forgive, never forget.

i wish i could truly express the thoughts and emotions that i am feeling right now. mostly i am feeling numb and disappointed in myself. why am i feeling this way? because i had hope. hope that maybe just maybe we didn’t need another example that this system was not meant for us. the system that more than 200 years of free labor built. the system that for 300 plus years has used our skin color to manipulate motivate and rape the earth and her people. for a moment there i though we could believe that the future that i long for in my comics and my writings and my poems may be closer than just a fleeting dream. i hate when i am wrong. never forgive, never forget.