PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

searching for some inspiration,

looking for words to heal the nation,

it's like it's become my occupation,

to put an end to some of this hateration.

sensationally, i care with my heart,

but in my mouth the taste of failure is tart,

apart from all others I decided to  love and i know you all have too,

and sometimes we don't always get the payback that's due.

in my case, it might be because i'm not black enough,

or maybe because i come to but don't live in the hood,

perhaps, it's because i see with closed eyes,

and i know i've always  been misunderstood.

it's there's a place that's outrageous at best,

and crazy as hell at it's worst,

outside i play the hand i'm dealt,

and pretend it's ok not to be first.

trying to stay alert and attentive,

using all methods that are preventive,

keeping my eye on what;s positve,

basicly, living with the life He gives.