Anything Left?
What else can I give?
I’ve died and resurrected several times
Such deep transformations have burdened my soul
Generation after generation desperately cry like the children born at the start of slavery,
“More mama?”
Yet, none of those persons was enough
Now… what?
I’m and I have always been the architect, engineer, designer, contracter, and boy have I’ve labored
With my sweat and tears and blood and soul
I’ve invested into something which turned out to be fool’s gold
No peace shall find me, grief and regret will comfort me when I’m old
“You gotta resurrect the deep pain within you and give it a place to live that’s not within your body. Your body is not a coffin for pain to be buried in. Put it somewhere else.”
