to have it
we gotta make
our own culture
comes from w/in
like this gear head
funeral
mean something
really does
because
they know who
they are
where they stand
because
it
comes from inside
you can’t purchase
reality
was the title of my
first poem.
Only line I remember
was/is
ain’t no use
wishing on stars
but, it got published
anyway…
back then everything
was poetic
unjust like now
my race
is off white since
it’s my job to
pick sides
make these new
traditions
from private rituals
say secret society
and exclusive
clubs mean
nothing to me is
the same as saying
i don’t pay
my way
i’ve paid attention
& participated by
exercising my rights
long enough to
learn that you
question
everything i do
always.
It’s good enough
for
me to leave you
confused.
