I want to start by being very specific about who I am talking to; this post is meant for people who look like me, those of us with white skin. Many of you woke up this morning and heard the news ab…
Life is not free
So quickly can it be taken from me. No reimbursement or early disconnection fees
From the cell towers I hear the echo in the streets. White vans and stained seats
I wonder what he was thinking When his spirit finished sinking
Just a text before it was done
What can I do to lay with the sun
Never look directly into the light
until you’re ready to fight. It shines in front of closed eyes
fear keeps them shut to their purpose.
Many of us who face the plight we call life.
We need fresh air…walk outside to try and breathe but see…
Out there I can still hear the echos in the streets
The vibrations in my sleep. I can still see the white van and stained seat.
Pierced a hole in my soul. No hopes of ever being whole
Pierced a hole in my soul. I hope I am made whole
Lord please forgive my sins for I am angry.
I envy them all when they’re still able to crawl and cry into daddy’s shirt, play dress up in mommy’s skirt. Sit in daddy’s game day chair. No worries cuz he always there.
He and I were a great pair.
So open and closed, but close .I shared my very soul. It filled me with such comfort. Encouraged me to keep pushing through strong winds and shady kin.
Keep steps to success discreet and strike when they are sleeping on me.
The echo through the streets, and upon a clean seat
Sat a picture of me, in the hands of the one finally at peace.
In my dreams the light cradles me slow. Speaks of being free, but dangles the keys out in front of me.
Daddy can I go?
Daddy, let go.
Please let me go.