he said he ain't one
for talkin back
that means no
back talk

words traveled up her throat
so as to choke
on any latter thoughts

"hush," he spoke
in a deep calm demeanor
he said, "don't tell nobody either."
in turn this gave her
verbal blunt force trauma

cozy sweater with the threads hangin loose
like she try n' talk about it
except sometimes the hangin noose
sounds much better

back to heaven, hell, or whatever
have no planned attacks
which means there will be no
talk back

she listens closely
repressing them memories
internally compressing the pain, all day
a damaged brain; a broken psyche

it's likely she will never be the same
it's sittin in the pit of her stomach
it drops since she lost her nothingness forever
all bets are off

which means there won't be no back talk

if it was what it wasn't 
I would be making millions
try and build myself a kingdom
every dollar bill I'll spend to make it
so overly extravagant

but it is what it is
and up to my neck in bills
quickly dodging overdrafts and bad credit
want to invest in more than assets but
in common sense cause
I'm over exhausted and overspent

if it was what it wasn't
I'd never shed a tear in my life
let me make it clear I spent too much time
drying eyes
and the pain will subside makin me feel alive

but it is what it is
and I'm finding myself drowning
eyes blurred like vision impossible
no one to quiet the cries
and I'm prayin for peace
while salt water broken dreams and saline
roll down my cheeks

if it was what it wasn't
I would let things be
maybe accept what happened to me
how things can be unfair
except all we've got is reality

now that's a scary
statement...
not because of reality
but because of the word, "we"
the weight of this responsibility
is placed upon everyone

since it is what it is
immediately erasing poverty
political war fair, corruption, homes that are forclosin, destruction, deforestation, genocide, ****, famine, inequality, racism, the loss of the definition associated with that of being a human...

the inability to accept this is all
happening and that weight is too great
we wait and wait
we toil in turmoil and hate
that displaced our anger
released clenched fists

it is what it is
because if was what it wasn't
I would be a higher power
like I don't know; God, the dahli lama, Buddha or Allah

I wouldn't need to solve problems,
would already have all the answers