I’m just a brown boy
holding on to blue feelings.
I bleed red blood
I have red eyes
another friend gets killed on the street
he walks down 5th avenue and there stands a white man
holding a gun to his head.
It’s a damn institution that no higher power gives a shit to fix.
Everytime I get close to feeling something different, some kind of love, I find out another hard truth.
My mom was diagnosed with cancer at the age of 55.
My dad had to amputate his toe because of his addiction to sugar.
My first love is Comatose from a car crash, because a drunk driver failed to withhold his urges.
Controlling my damn life.
Manuscript clouds my judgement, and there I stand.
The edge of tomorrow is familiar to the edge of a cliff, in my head I take a nosedive into the abyss that is an empty life.
I have the tools to fix this world;
here I stand in front of you today
flailing my arms around
hoping that one of you, just one, makes a decision to listen to what I have to say
before it’s too late.