I am black. I am white. I am Cherokee. I am an American: I belong here:)

Today is all I need to have. Today

As I walk down the path of the winding rues. I turn the corner of the salty eyed blues.

Today is all I need to have. Today. Today is all I need to have Today.

As I reach deep down to the place inside. I BSeeking all the light I forgot to hide, and the such I’ve been clasping looses touch when I’m grasping. Thought the thought now I’m choosing all the love I’ve been oozing.

Today is all I need to have Today. Today is all I need to have Today.

Many times I sit idle, speaking words that are vital. Wantin change gainst my window, stopping short cross my pillow.

Today is all I need Today. Today is all I need. Today.

Today I look past all the shortcomings I embody. Reckon grace takes her glory in the peace that surrounds me. All that worries on my shadow, fights the temperance of this battle.

As I creep through all the drama and rest in ease with my honor. cuz Today is all I need.

Today is all I need TODAY.

You are my family. You are my dad, my mom, my sister, my brother. You are my roommate, my landlord, my safety net but you are not my friend.

You are not my friend because my friend will stand up for my character and integrity in the face of scrutiny.

You are not my friend because my friend would not avoid conflict but embrace it above the belt: not below. My friend is knowing that we each are human and bleed when cut.

You are not my friend because I can not trust your word and your words are slippery to suit your righteousness.

I have no friends but if I did, my friend would have my back. My friend be humble enough to apologize for an insult. Love me enough to hold back the punches.

I have no friends because the common denominator is me and the false friends left scars that need to be healed.

I drew them in because they felt like home: they felt safe. I knew no different and thought I deserved it; Then I turned around and started to meet people who believe in me.

I started to meet people who are kind and honest and true.

I started to meet people who looked at my good more often than my flaws.

I still keep my distance from them because I can’t yet trust that it is real. How can it be real when those who say they love me the most: sling arrows.

Lie,

cheat,

degrade

humiliate.

You are not my friend. You must earn that right: but you have my love and forgiveness because that’s what families do.

You have my love and forgiveness because you and I are still comrade in DNA, in experience and in flesh.

You have my love and forgiveness because the space I once held for you is now occupied by the Friend in Me:)

Lost behind a wall of don’t speak Invisible posture posed in look at me. Crowded out numbered by masculine force upon my nature Hovering in a corner of imaginary confidants.

Forever in the dusty closet of common house rules chained to servitude to the higher good slithering mass. Bottoming out to not give a fuc. Re-emerging transformed in a vortex of life’s aglow.

A speck of spotlight on the kitchen table hallowing out a type of warmth that fades by the fire

Stop pulse. Breathe. Revive

Getting it together to take on the fight next door. Pumping my dukes to rewind the fate plaster on my wall.

Says you. No more. Wise up to the shaz you’ve digested Gergitate the SHUSH you’ve inflicted

Gone. Beyond no more till the hummingbird bites the nectar from it’s scab and scream drowns it all out to forget. Remembered the tides that bind this hallelujah

Can you send me an Angel to guide me home with the keys stroke by the piano.

The American Dream don’t work out for me

The American Dream don’t work out for me.

The mentality of my poverty goes deep deep down throughout my Ancenstry.

These bloods and veins seep towards a constant shame

turned against all reality.

That the dream

No the dream don’t work out for me

Shout Y’all

The American Dream don’t work out for we

Our Dignity faded before our eyes can see

The American Dream

The American Dream

Marginal venom towards the minority

Phantom trick

Making trouble with Truth against the artist.

Try and makes us silent

Here we stand

Here we Be

If you feel The American Dream

Left out the part for me

With wealth of land Not for every

Body

So QueenMaya’s watching

Rising up

join me

Set a course and let My People Free.

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