Reflection

A Poem by Apollos

Selah

Alone on his throne in his mind zone.
Choosing to be by himself when the lies on.
“Eh yo, Jesus, what’s next fa dinna?
I gave up fish for lent so now I drink Splenda.”

Young Simba I got these dreads to shut down these thoughts in my head.
Reflecting on the things I shoulda said.
Bury these memories of me being the Walking Dead.
I found the key yet I pick the lock instead.

Bought the lot with cash when I loaned my soul for this world to be my home.
Trouble chose me.
Traditions froze me.
Thought overthinking was my homie.

Figured I liked Ginobili only for the way he eurostepped past defeat.
Waive the fees, I’ll refund the deposit.
Fellowship with The King, call me a hobbit.
Where’s my manhood, Lorena Bobbitt?

City of Angels, Meg got me sobbing.
Fall off this building so I can shoot off like a rocket.
Terraform Mars, time to start some new hobbies.
Garden your heart, you outcasting like yo name Marvin.

Marcus Garvey, I will separate from those who choose to segregate.
I want to find a mate who has a mixed cultural plate.
My congregation is a One Spirit type of mind.
Focused on the divine as Heaven is what’s inside.

Go sublime so you say what you been praying.
Slaving a way at an independent course you will not betray.
Even Judas thought the poor needed more when the perfume was put on His face.
Yet why is it that clouds form and hide the sun’s rays?

Why is it that we judge a person by how they portray?
When you tell me to look what if I sway?
Complexly educated yet simply aggravated.
Persuaded by cheap comforts and ground by convictions that will keep me elevated.

Perpetrated as a singled minded focus that should be sedated.
Baited to converse with perverse words to keep that speech jaded.
Invaded by narcissistic undertones to make sure your worth is debated.
Regulations got me feeling belated.

Kit Kat to your will being intact.
Snicker away your remorse.
We see that you are receding.
When was your last Pay Day?

Shirley told me you been loafing.
Toasting the same people you been roasting.
Buttered up your pride to find only jelly inside.
You see it but do you believe it?

You from these streets but will you leave them?
Sprout a dream from a bean.
Stand firm or do you lean?
Will you identify as a Failure when you don’t achieve?

What is it that you need?
Do you do as you please?
Will you finally bend the knee?
Have you reflected enough and now it’s time to be?