Dear World

For now this is not
A suicide note
Scribbled in a
Manic moment
An ending
That many received
Cause they
Looked liked me
Jim Crow justice
From the trees
Planted by
Cotton pickin' lies

No this is something
Different

I am sorry that
My hair is Nappy
From the roots
To the tips
Hanging just
Above my hips
And below my lips
I am sorry I couldn't
Accept your comb
Except I have one
Of my own?

Dear World
It's me again
No I am not
At the end of my
Rope this time
At least for now
My feet are firmly
On the ground
But I know
You voted for
Jim Crow
Sooooooo you wouldn't
Mine me swinging
From the vine but
Look high above and in
The first few
Lines of this poem
I survived the
Cotton pickin' lies
I AM ALIVE!

No I have come
To apologize for stagnant
Rainbows across mental skies
And for not allowing things to grow
Or reaping what I sow privately
Cause my pain is personal and
Selfishly I held clouds hostage
So no one feels the rain in their
Fields but me
A private harvest, rests within me
Sorry that my rainbows are
Colored very little but to color
Them like a bag of skittles
Is something I can't rest
My life upon, just ask that fallen
Angel named Trayvon
No those goober black hues
Or those deep navy blue bruises
Balanced against those wintery whites
Are from the canvasses I write from
Hoping to make everything
Wrong right in this life
With all my might
I know that I am write again

Dear World
The social gauge is
Measured by my
Fears
As my eyes adhere
To the muse in the
Woods, in neighborhoods
Babbling brooks
Altered history books
Lying crooks who took
So much that the Earth
Shook as the Richter
Scale refused to budge
I have no I'll will against
The judge but the jury
Will hear my story
Give the Master all
The glory
I am raw and gory
In
My allegory


Dear World..........