Metamorphose ... by TiffanyDenise (Harlem,USA)

Your pain is not the source of my sunshine for it's embedded in the soul of the matter.

Doesn't matter which way you look at it my sunshine comes from a deep place of metamorphose identity.

Ain't no sunshine when I'm gone from myself only horror conveys my true self worth I hope...

When I'm gone from myself I don't really see what you do to me like a dagger you stick, prick me then you're gone . That's when I'm gone from myself.

Here for a minute to see what you can get. Gone for an eternity never knowing we-you come and go. You come and you go-you come and you pretend to protect us defend us and go mistreat us, betray us we feel like Jesus want this crucifixion to leave us resurrection to make amends for our hypnosis comatose souls

You come and you go-with an agenda.

That is/ let's see/ this agenda signed with the blood of man who's times up/ cut short by a gun accounted for/ signed with the blood of a mother jumped into the earth's well to save herself/ from the belly of the beast you made of this place./ Once the home where my native brothers and sisters roamed/ the home of the buffalo

You still come into my home not knowing those you serve/ so you see I could never really respect you/ I could never really address you a man/ You're that monster I see in my dreams. Waiting to strangle me/ and take my sun away make my shine dull I won't let you!/ Every man deserves respect/ but first he must put himself in check/ as to not detest me in this land that I built/ wit my hands they are swollen sweat black and blue/

That place that my sun shines. Where my shine is so sunny/ It's really a metamorphose identity I change into when pain ceases for my lunch break/ You know that hour that is all mine/ Or in the shower for a 10 to 15 minute body wash/ My sun is so shiny/ My shine so full of sun/

But really the source of your pain is that which you deny/ can't come to grips with/ neither will you choose to come to grips with your past/ Your history be your demons/ denile run deep/ denile run up and down/ yet until you come to grips those demons/ denile run wide/

You won't/ you can't/ see my sun shine my shining sun/ you can't see me/ I come from a deep place of metamorphose identity/ when I come back to myself I am what I am to be/ black scarlet pearl of the sea waiting for the manifestation of these slave mentality's/ Wallow and weep under one sycamore tree/ waiting for the manifestation of these slave mentalities/

Waiting there to strangle me/ those demons in my dreams/ my blood black blue, blue black, hot like fire, crimson tide/ in a hurry to live life for their existence cut short by a gun accounted for/ In a hurry to shine life/ for it seems their life an unpredictable matter. Can be cut short by a gun accounted for/ in the belly of the beast/ Cut short by mis-education that leads to the manifestations of these slave mentalities/

Let your sun shine/ Let your son shine/ Shiny is your son if you bring him right/ Shine off your sons so they may sparkle above and beyond the gun in the belly of the beast/ won't account for a mother thrown self into the sea/ beast motivated by mis-educated minds that will lead to these mentalities of slaves!!!/

You see/ every man deserves respect/ but he must first put himself in check as to not detest me in this land that I built wit my hands/ sweat blood stained collar from noose ain't no new news these truths of my horrid construed refuse metamorphose past won't lose/ I refuse to let you motivate me and dull my shine that I may and heed to your mis-education lies that will make my mental state like that of a slave that doesn't want to be free/......you see I will not manifest that reality in all your wildest sick demented dreams. I will let my son shine/ let my sun shine/ Shiny is my sun if I bring him right!!/

featured from the author's book "NEVER AGAIN- A Spoken Word Theatrical Piece".
Copyright 1999 Nia Books, New Jersey.

THE PEOPLE'S POETRY Vol.1