Authentically Raw material
Mystical Nights Heavy Vibes and Atmosphere
Dodging the social sterotypes yet trying not to dissapear
Adopting Social ignorance
or arrogance
I've become a product of my society
otherwise they're calling me
An outcast?
because they fail to recognize
the power that lies
inside of me.
Bound to face ridicule
and racial injustice
ostrosizing my inner phlebotomy
one nation under God, small g
the irony
Strip me of my identity maybe you can see within me
cause looking at me from a distance you couldn't see me coming
I was actually running
while the guitar was strumming
now the djembe drum is beating slowly
harmonizing with the sunrise and a blue jay humming.
Words to complex in my mind to express
in a form so diluted preferably polluted for man to understand
Clyde Davis the latest and the greatest
our minds are trouble by emptiness
So do you young world
feel free
feel free for me
free from who I used to be
free from unforgiveness
free from anything that may have been pressing me.
Free to pose to question WHO EXACTLY ARE WE?
Pause for Trayvon's Cause, I wrote this with no thesis, no clause no bars
slow motioned the ink in my pen
I await for the time where we all will live free from sin
when the armageddon come will we be free again
or will we run?
B.G.C
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (2)
Log in to leave a comment.