Rain

When I was a kid I loved the rain

How smells and colors never remained the same

It took so little just to change

The perception of the sun was boring, plain

Every drop dripping on my window pane

A tune of insanity, but the stain never washes away

Turbulence on my plane?

Of course it always rocky when you have the reins

Controlling but never xing

The right ones boxing n****s so they can’t fight y’all. 

A circle, cycle where you’re on top of the pyramid scheme you call the “American Dream”. 

So high your highness, will you ever touch the sky less?

When I was a kid, I loved the rain, I realized the pain again and again. 

It’s all I knew, all I been through, and all y’all asses was used to. 

Now I know better, I cherish and love “boring" weather, the calm before the storm, whether cold or warm. 

I grew to hate the reign, but I still hope it falls.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Beautiful poem this is a powerful piece of art. Thank you so much for sharing this truthful thought provoking work.