Oh the push and pull
Of the warrior/victim mind.

Bravely I have fought.
How bravely will I die?

My heart says continue on,
But my mind is ready to lay it all down.

I, unarmored and unarmed,
Lay on my back towards the sky.
Hoping that surrender
Will help me close my eyes.

But there it is,
The pounding in my chest.
My heart with every beating
Whispers, "it isn't time for rest."

I don’t know where it went
  I just know it’s gone
    I don’t know how it happened
      I just know I did it
        I don’t know what it even was
          I just know I miss it
            I don’t know where to go to find it
              I just know I have to try
                             ljm

Standing atop the pile of ****
The’ve heaped on me for years,
I am not buried in it. Even
The soles of my warrier boots are clean.

My righteous coating still holds fast
And everything they throw at me
Richchets to land as notes
On their St. Peter score card.
       ljm

The rip and upheaval of mind
creating pain
explodes in the growth
of Man to be Mankind-

to be kind and kindred
to love when love is absent
to continue when all seems lost
and to keep on believing.

.

They be like: ****
You be like: no
It's just a World-Star minstrel show.
The Afrocentric thought runs deep . . .
(Now get your woke *** back to sleep.)