Identity?

Can we afford to stop and languish,Satisfied some battles fought have been won?Perceptions stuck in shallow conceptions…Remain in a sustaining reality of rejections,And this has not succeeded.Upon this journey that we labor,With sacrifices done.Some have come to rejoiceA clearing provided by the Sun.Others bring along reminders,Of challenges that seem not to soothe.They must be left,With…

So uncomfortable you wouldn’t know it.But listen to them passing judgement.Listen to them quote scripture.And begin to give their freelanced interpretations.Listen to them denounce the lives of others.And their choices made.Then listen to them smugly admit,In high self satisfied indulgence…What they will or will not do…’IF’The situation called for their ‘qualified’Decision making techniques!Of course found…

And stung in their slumber.Some choose to sneak a peek,At misdeeds done.While others pretend,They see no one…Feeding like vultures!Who love the taste of wasted minds,Attached to stubborn behinds!On the other side of greed,Many seem to be awakening,From deep sleep seeking…After verifying,They have been drugged like sheep.Stripped bone clean…Of everything they believed was theirs to keep.As…

To release a freshened and creative point of view!Unjaded by perceptions,Becoming tainted by lack of drive and motivation.I remember the days I sought ways to alarm.To raise the hair on the backs of necks.And to instantly fold arms…By those totally disgusted!But today I complete,With those exposing their butts on urban streets.And cussing with abandonment.And not…

And when we kissed in nakedness…With closed eyes it was you I felt!When you decided to leave me alone,I was bitter at the start.I promised I would forget you in my mind.And each time I did that…There you were in my heart.I wish that we would agree to meet,To discuss our faults and dishonesty.But when…

But you wish to be discreet about it.You don’t want it like the others…Those who take and keep it.And parade it while they flaunt.You like your smut in secret.In sighs you’d rather moan,Stroking under sneaky sheets!And not doing that alone.You like your smut…Down low and dirty.Wishing to keep this your private treat!That’s understood.But pretending you’re…