My name is Keith and I’m a 26 year old black man from Georgia. I grew up about an hour outside of Atlanta, in a suburb called Canton. My hobbies include drawing, reading, skateboarding, soccer, basketball, and nature walks. I like to write about many topics, including love, society, race, and philosophy.
I began writing as an outlet. I felt I had a lot to say, but as a child, life hammered home that my voice didn’t matter. To my family, to my teachers, to my peers. Eventually my voice didn’t matter to me either. So I hid.
The sun comes up,
I follow its lead.
I head to the mirror,
Gotta brush my teeth.
I look in the mirror and who do I see?
Me… Just me.
Now it’s time for school.
Time for some human interaction.
“You’re one of the good black people”
Well shit… Didn’t know you knew them all…
What kind of compliment is that…
Whatever, dude is wack.
“You’re a credit to your race”
To say that to my face,
As if this black skin was mix and match,
And I could somehow make a choice to erase or replace.
I know people today are misguided.
I’m taking ancient wisdom we’ve been provided,
making the vision more than just improvising,
my ways based on the current ways of the world.
They say diamonds and pearls
how you climb in this world.
But I know it’s not true.
I’ve seen righteous impoverished
and the rich with no clue.
From a young age,
knew the balance was off.
Every talent revolved,
around validation from animals surrounding the trough.
Nourishment from a fixed perspective.
Grew up unknowingly misdirected.
Confidence only allowed if approved by the next pig.
Or the next kid.
Or the test kit.
I desperately want to feel.
Without using anything.
Without using anybody.
Just using myself.
But how can you use what you can’t feel?
I pick up the pieces of my life and try to focus.
But I just see the pieces, I can’t feel them.
I try to put them in the right order,
but I can’t feel them.
I have no idea where they’re supposed to be or how they make sense or how can I repair them with these useless things on the ends of my sleeves…
I can’t feel them.
But then I realize…
I had to bring my pain to the present.
You’ve never been chained to the stains I’ve been tethered.
Dragging that rock around,
praying for change to the weather.
Laying a cane to my feather weighted et ceteras.
Boy, you are no exception.
What makes you stake claim to the naming of extras,
as part of your script?
we wouldn’t blot out the words we see writ.
Here goes the secret…
See the cycles ancestors were set in…?
The ones they told you were an enemy?
Go beat them.
Don’t question why you should defeat them.
I want to give you the best of me.
Sometimes don’t address your needs,
I can’t get my monkey mind to rest a beat…
We know how fickle flesh can be.
Could call these wanderings extra weak,
but would be dishonoring our flesh’s needs.
Investing in excess ideas of ecstasy.
We’re hardwired to fight tired so you might retire with extra fees.
Seems to me
high toll to pay for peace.
High road will hit you with low blows,
it contradicts what we are told.
“Scratch and claw for every extra piece”
You think any higher power would go out…
I don’t want to be a king.
I’d rather be a jester.
Making people laugh
until they forget about the pressure.
So their wounds won’t fester,
provide them with the medicine
so their heart won’t be sequestered.
Laughs keep us from being pestered
by intimate testers
that reside in our mind.
Bring our thoughts to a crest of
Cycles that spell doom.
Caught in a tornado of playdoh,
feel the foundation is ruined…
Life’s a bitch…
Now I’m reading her paw prints.
She’s leading me to firmer foundations.
Before I found patience
and realized the hilarity of…
I don’t want the fame…
I just want the riches.
But will I earn shame
if I end up a business?
Will that turn my human element irrelevant?
Turning people into numbers,
so its easier to handle them.
Make them feel like I am a friend,
meanwhile in their pockets,
there’s my hand again.
These night frights resist all the ambien.
On xans again,
praying that they plan to win.
My talent seems to place me on balance beams.
They say I should use it to chase after things.
But chasing things means that they’re using me.
Infinity feels like a long way off.
But there’s infinite potential in a moment.
The blind might scoff.
Say it’s necessary to second guess..
Every second past is a second less.
I gotta keep count.
I gotta keep stress.
Or else I won’t impress,
others enough for their invest.
But if you invest in you,
do your best for you,
realize all that these seconds do.
So many choices,
we act like we’re voiceless.
That’s because we’re not choosing our purpose.
Fear lurking causes us to be uncertain.
See some photographs
and want to live as a different person.
I never had a home.
My mind where I’m residing.
All the tribulations turned me numb,
I did my best to hide it.
“How are you?”
No awkward silence,
I start lying.
“Boy you know I’m doing super good,
doing this and that…”
Swear that’s the worst thing about these rules…
I’m going tit for tat.
Defining who I am by what I do…
Good luck with that.
Always feel like I dropped the ball,
but life won’t run it back.
whip my back,
punishment the only way they gave a man to cope with that.
The essence of spirituality is contentment. Know yourself and heal your universe. Kensho- To see one’s nature. Corruption causes justice to appear as insanity.