Something Differe't

Written By: Crazy Pens
2017

Dedicated to a mind worth listening to. "the mouth of babes"

Willow-

We are the ones that rise up early in the morning to give thanks, and we don't normally; comfortably come out until night. Wearing shades, funky hair, clothes. Except we are from the rejects. Nooo, never by one another rejected by family and friends or boyfriends, and girlfriends, baby mamas, or daddy's maybe.

Sure we handle business through your the day hours such as anyone else, but we don't dress to impress anyone except, us.

I thought after coming out with my hair in Madussa braids all kind of colors, ecleptic to beseech my attention; quite perfectly I am made and not commanding anything of sorts.

Not from them, the humans. My name eerily matches my entire self, purpose, and I am one of them. Who? Oh of course okay.

You haven't been watching the signs either I see. It's cool; I didn't. All I have seen and witnessed in my life had me searching for answers. I am consumed in my thoughts of Who am I; I couldn't lie to myself about none of it. Dreams make me lay awake for the remainders of days ahead. The one that's here now really, "Kina, who knows what this world is doing?" I ask my friend who is sitting here helping me sort out well.

"All of the earthquakes, floods, and hurricane disasters are not the Lord's doing some say." she mimics the internet buzz, and yea others don't what to think.

"I refuse to watch the damn t.v., and I don't want to see it." I tell her. Kina insists, "everyone has a cause." she says and I snap my button on my black tight fitting black super dark black jeans with tips, diamond studs, and silver denim looking patches. Smug.

"We have a responsibility to the human race, & mainly the land, the things that beautifully exist on it." I say to Kina who by the way I'm glad to be friends with because she is a calmer version of me than I ever could be. Squats she does now, and says

"What about these things his word says are free 'Faith'." "well they are dutifully charged to our lives whether in our budget or clearly not." I remind her of lesson 101. Kina stops doing squats, and she sits up now and looks dead at me "doesn't matter capitalism is closing to an end anyway." she smugs again.

I think perhaps we share this this common interest. Both of us no doubt glad of this day. Even though we know not of the things to come. Somehow we feel like we see and don't see, we hear and don't hear. So I ask the dreams while awake. I want to.

Kina starts out of my room she's going to get a snack out of the kitchen down the hall. And I think of how this is a new day everyone including me has their animals, dogs or pets that our of service; family members and the

Store owners about to all loose their minds; except for the ones that have problems they can admit to now like everyone else. Like the rest of us had to do. The other half of the world, unknown, mystiques, if you will.

I never thought I would be so fortunate as to be able to have the burden of sight. At least it use to be a constant one. My father would try at best to challenge my existence of who I believe in its not that I don't believe in Egyptians, but okay,

Classic book out called "The Book of the dead" references the commandments being written before Jesus Christ, and I prefer saying Yashaweh, but where does that say before God who is the beginning and end of all things. I stand here looking in this mirror in my room thinking about All of it and I need to go.

Thoughts usually don't consume me but I also know they will be here in a few minutes. I told Kina, on the phone yesterday before her coming by this.