She Cries With the Reptiles
On the cold side of the bed, the reptiles awake. Sensing the ocean I fall, I stumble, I break. How much does this ugly dollar want from my home? I can no longer console any more than I can love. And all that I hold is this blood. I ate her tear and prayed for her parents to die. Her kneeling defense to be straightened. Her living sadness to shy. This constant storm of boredom and apathy is not what its about. And overcoming will be sweet but unfortunately slight. Yet no matter what the outcome Heaven will be engulfed with liars. And the crowded room of care, like always will try her. This shadow of God's hand has tempted the sunlight for far too long. And the man behind it if any, is one of no love. The stage has been set for years but the curtain has yet to be pulled. And the longer I sit the further I grow annoyed. Tired of this world. Tired of myself. I hear secrets whispered amongst the bleeding slaves. Im the one that they live to kill. No, Im the one that you live to obey. Black boys working for dimes. Their mothers sweating for my comfort. Questions asked and eyes stare, I have no explanation. I have nothing to say that could in no way make you think. You are God. You've been alive for my death, the infant of my love. Daughters crumble and my head grows increasingly dazed. You've placed significance on life, the race of power. We've all died in a politicians mansion. The funeral was lovely but unusually bare. I dont understand why I cant see anymore. My eyes sore and blackened upon me. This feeling of anxiety to unite. Become one with the ground. I am almost naked but fully clothed with confusion. These words come easily, but what im saying....is that those reptiles were supposedly nocturnal. A lie and trust broken. Daybreak eyes fully open. I cut myself religiously for this boundary to erode. For earth and sun to know me, for distance from Jah to grow. My lover, the plastic whore. He buys me shiny thoughtful presents. I slit his throat and laugh. I am not anyone you should trust. Your mothers warning. A world that created a machine. I love not what you are. I despise everything Ive ever been told. How much more disagreement could we possibly have. Im red, Im burning. Your white, and never learning that they're black and slowly running away. As we plan this all out. She lies, she sighs. She cries with the reptiles. And I alone have yet to wake.


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