Find your way

You can't leave home with no wave

No goodbye

Nothing

You can't expect things to be the same.

You don't even know your name

Who are you?

Who am I?

Stripped of all identify,

Stripped of every sense, call and hint of me

All for a simple sense of security

All to make life obscure for me and

Give all privileges of birth

To those who make the world their own

In the name of greed, seed, and the false Pretense that they were meant to lead

Under the cross and spangled banner of righteousness

We persevere

And hope to overcome

These fears and truths

That interlope, grope, and choke.

With jokes, drinks, and body

Anything to stop the hurt, the weight of all The things.

A conk, a dance, a night, a fight, new pants, A hustle, or a dream.

The endless gamble of lives and money that Are cast away with ignorance and Desperation.

It's no, consolation that I am seen as the frog

At the bottom of the well

Surrounded by the project known as

Man-made hell, always with the inclination To croak, not because I started the fire but Because I was born already blackened by The comely flames of prejudice and pain, Lighting every house and home

For the present that all condone as well as The past that each one owns.

You have to want to

Live for more than to blow the breeze

There's more,

Than hoods to lie in,

Streets to die in,

Restaurants to dine in,

The air around you to sigh in.

There's more,

Than what only lasts through May

Than what can only be held, felt, or seen

To cherish in the day.