like it’s all too much/ and my heart might bust/ & still like children do/ I trust/ that there’s a You/ and You are true/ & give mercy to get us thru/ these times that try are trying me/ fist to mouth with adversity/ bouncing checks so I can eat/ a stranger in familiar streets/ wandering purpose aimlessly/ knowing that I gots mad things to do/ the hue has become a darker blue/ than the baby that I was 2 years ago/ not that life’s the Truman show/ but I write from my perspective—cuz it’s the only one I know/

but not the only one I feel/ New Orleans to me is real/ Rwanda too—cold as steel/ on a night when you feel all alone/ wrapped in a blanket with no call to send home/

…these days they eat me/
…that’s why both my legs feel weak/
& I’m a bit too heavy for her to catch me/

so I try not to speak/ but it only grows stronger when the rooibos steeps/ I don’t know how she can be so sweet/ from wherever she is to wherever I be/ I hope she’s mine for me to keep/ I hope that I can fall asleep/ without pharmaceuticals inside me/ but as it is, is present tense/ & letting go of tension just makes sense/ how I wish I could baptize this/ & send it to the wind like a springtime kiss/

sliding thru the water like a slick porpoise skin/ I don’t know how or why or when/ I became this way/ okay, sometimes you gotta just jump on/ so I did/ ask the questions/ in the hopes to get those lessons/ hue, boy + rocket to subtly shock you/ an electric charge/ 2 unplugged brothas 2 healing farms/ free from harm yo you safe with us/ i don’t know much/ but I can promise you some trust …//