The words have been echoing
in the asphalt
On shattered glass
With poisoned tongues
“ All Men are just no good”
Quotes are
In the right way
Feels like being choke slammed by the people you’ve never damaged
“But you one of them, so I have to do this”
And I have no other intentions but to understand you
Feels like they’ve stopped believing in the good ones for the rest of eternity
Or at least the rest of the conversation
But commentaries of these conditions seem to continue to collide into the cochleas of catch phrases.
“ Men are all dogs “
“ If I had a nickel for every time you said that, a brother would still be doggish”
“ Two roads diverged in a wood and I – still think that all of em’ ain’t no good”
It makes you think about it
Contemplating on why so many of us aren’t taught this trait in school
Along with the other important stuff that’s never really talked about
Honestly, it feels
Carrying the traits of good now a days seems a little forbidden
Like we weren’t supposed to be here
She said
“I Watched you get buried in the same casket
As chivalry”
Thoroughly examined the murder weapons
Traced them back to the executioners
Who really couldn’t execute faithfulness
So the bystanders
Turned victims
Turned around to face the ground
Bullets facing walls of dream Wells and the bucket attached to them
But I see that hammer hanging out of your back pocket
Saw the gavel in the other
I’m just wondering
Who’s court date it was
If you were going to execute me first
Hands up!
Don’t shoot
Just yet
Palms screaming Done
Before the ice could break
Into Crystal lenses
And Kodak moments
Challenge on the play
Ref, can I ask you a question
Is it really a foul to step out of the boundaries you were never meant to be put in
Question
Have your palms ever turned Crimson
From carrying a black woman’s heart whose
still believes in beating
Have you ever been shot on arrival
Stray bullets never seem to miss the landing when jumping to conclusions
But just know these souls are rooted
In the soil that never abandoned its children
Vacant signs posted
On broken hearts
never heal the right way
Never get room to
Breathe
So for the both of us
Breathe
Please
We got this magic from you