I don't want to give you my stupid drum.
I don't think it is worth anything.
It hurts the skin.
Jesus, something better than a drum
better than a manger.
I can't give you a drum,
I must give you my heart.
Jesus, they said you had a demon.
Jesus, they said you hung out with the wrong people.
Jesus, they say you were the Bread of Life.
Jesus, they say your thoughts are worth listening tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Who are they?
I laugh at the current realm.
It seems far from Martin's dream. Ha Ha Ha, I laugh at this realm.
I never lived then,
but Langston Hughes did.
Obligated to back him up and fight his battle. Harlem, I never touched you. Martin, never shook your hand.
Lincoln, I am not your man.
I am simply a girl trying to understand generations of war and peace.
You hear my words and don't pay a dime.
You criticize my charity tendencies.
You read and you leave my fellow writers in the dark.
Stealing our soul.
I can't gain the whole world,
so do continue please.
Paul, what about circumcision?
Paul, what about snakes?
Paul, what about generations?
Paul, what about mistakes?
Paul, what about persecution?
Paul, who was Jesus
and did he really come to save?
Paul, what about mercy?
Paul, what about judgement?
I woke up Sunday morning,
my dad and sister made pancakes for the family.
My brother was impressed,
my eldest sister wasn't home.
I don't much like pancakes, I told my family.
"They are too flat."
"They are too circular."
she stayed home
The church couldn't help her.
The hospital couldn't help her.
The world couldn't help her.
I passed on the pancakes, so I could help her.
She was hungry.
Christ, are you ready to let me go?
Christ, do you stil seek me like when I was a child?
Christ, are you still near when I am far away.
When the flames come closer.
When the night cools the breeze.
Christ, will you save me
or would it be better to save Yourself from me?
R u china
you Chinese or Japanese
are you a bomb or are you a new birth.
Is that dangerous to talk about it?
I don't mean to be scared
but my parents were...
Are you shy na?
Om or Oh no!
I am an easy writer. I am on my couch, falling in love with keys. But, behind every good computer is a good creator. So I run from all the technology to find a slave... I seek paper. However, those trees lose their leaves when winter comes. SO I RETURN. I look for solace in the face of my dad. But, again my mother felt the back of his hand. So, I run to paper to bring him to court. But, that gavel is also made of wood.
Poe you were remembered for yur dark, eccentric. Emily, you were remembered for those things they didn't see or remember Shakespeare, you were remembered (needd I say more) Elliot, never read your stuff and forgot your first name. Tamara, Tammy, Tam Tam, Tomorrow Will you remembermy true Name.