What I Think

that seed

So....this is a poem that i didn't mean to write i just had some left over creative juices and it ran out my ear to my hand and to the page before i could stop it, so far be it from me to restrict it, i share it with you.

That Seed

Reality keeps sinking in, and it has been a long time since I began to realize

That my belly is so full since all I've been fed is misconceptions and lies.

How do they teach this stuff and maintain that poker face?

All hidden truths, cover ups and guiding away from that disgrace,

Of letting us see the real sentiment, the overreaching power hungry gaze

That lands on their lands and immediate starts to haze,

Getting them to drown, but keeping our boots clean from the mud,

Cause, baby, I got to be honest that pool is more than just blood.

It is the hopes and the dreams of an oppressed population,

That believed the empty promises, and learned the price of damnation.

I can't help the tears that flow down my cheeks when I think

But those babies drowning in that pool drag me back from the brink;

Someone has to be around to pull them out, I know it's not me

But I have to believe that maybe one day it might be.

That one day I will wade against this tide pulling me out

Farther from the safety of the shore and I can learn about

The safety that comes from really using my brain to learn,

Taking back what is mine, take back my place, my turn.

And standing up even though they try to burn all semblance of sanity,

And keep us away from that protected kernel in our hearts called humanity.

Just like the one that throws in the cloth and the one that throws the stone,

The one that throws up the bomb and that one to throw me a bone;

They all have lost what the meaning once was

And we wait for it to come back - but after this buzz.

The one that we get from the cheap drug called distraction,

The one they use to keep us too busy to realize our own dissatisfaction;

When we think on our own, and read between the lines,

We will know we've lost that power we never truly had, that one that defines

What it is that we are, and how we go about finding out more

About this kernel we've somehow managed to keep behind that locked door,

The one that we have that houses a nearly extinct breed,

That kernel, that hope, the little bit of humanity left, that seed.