Poetry

Understanding

I don't understand how people think win Be times To speak down on other. I don't understand how people, some  trend Will speak real Brother..?. I don't understand How we stand strong They come, Human be hate. I don't understand how feet in the sand get cut From dishes, They break. I don't understand what to fake. How a world spins ‘round Spins circles, To ground And End of life  We die. Human, So cry… Start the cycle Over again . I don't understand how is work Dig day, night in dirt With Hands stained brown Like cotton used down The while, children are used Through births.   I don't understand when you say in the tones Talk low Highs I can pitch. I don't understand How you still withstand A heart You stomp in ditch .

Targets

Listen Become engulfed within all the energy Careful, Don’t let it consume you. Breathe in deep. Breathe Prana, see? Let prana be.. A new you. Not much more you have to do. Start over if you must Have too Now Firm your feet And Control the beat For A beating heart Can surely control you. Only If you let it be true.

Used to Cut

I used to cut Because Not to you or me Used to cut Satisfaction Instrumental soothings it was Soothe it did It does. I saw what hid outside. A choir Didn’t bother to lie Wouldn’t care to hide. Or buy. Or cry. Wanted to see a die. So I used to cut in skin. Skin that might turn blue. I grew wings then Began to sin Sing A mental hue Fell into wind Untrue Cut again, brand new. Used to cut, was real  Tears fell into those deals Used to pierce Watch in fierce Amusement As skin teared For real. Blood would come, Seldom. In the palms, held them. I used to cut, Hate so much Used to cut In hell then. They really laughed All chanted. Wanted me to end it. Smiled and shit. Watched the ordeal. I used to cut in a whirl… Said I used to cut Out and strut No one could save me. To heal. Didn’t want them to. Don’t need boo hoo.. Taped those bricks to the wings I grew. Waved a bye Flew.