This may not be poetry

      

When I wake up in the early morning hours to make coffee in a chipped four cup carafe and fearful I will swallow a piece of glass simply because "sorry we are out of stock." 

This may not be poetry
When your neighbors wife sends a long text copied and pasted from her broken hearted husband but you're told "my son wants you to butt out of their business" and yet I was at work and they included me and was not asked my side of the story and they called me family. 

This may not be poetry 
When your sister lies to you about a payment due on Bose products and meanwhile "we have been attempting to contact you for late payment for the last three months" and yet your sister lies and says "I called them" yet there is no record of contact and I dish out $48.90 so it doesn't go on my credit score. And yet she yells and screams me at me over the phone. Now it's my fault. 

This may not be poetry 
When my brother threatens me in court to my sister and his ex-girlfriend "and tell him when I see him I'm going to punch him in the face" clueless and yet he sends me a Face Book friend request and I respond "Please make no attempts to contact me" I just think after all the beatings he gave his wife he is just a threat and danger to have around. I have lost all respect for a man who beats a pregnant woman bearing his child. You're worthless. 

This may not be poetry 
When you just want to wake up, go to work and yet the environment is just as crazy, unstable, filled with gossip and some who have done their job and got away with it. And some people in management find it okay when paper work is torn from a chart but it's never addressed and I have to do it all over again. 

This may not be poetry

But then again I am free in my world of words

It’s the place I find my freedom

The voice I sing with liberates me from the fear of others

No I am not a poet

Just a man with too many strokes on his heart

And all of them have been broken right from the start

To you…

I still wait for your love making by half-blood friend

I miss your kisses and your wet lips on my mouth and other areas where you thrill the shit out of me…

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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