i got burned
again.
seems like i chase the pain,
the no’s, closed doors
and open hands raised
five fingers long
like slap signs
from 2cool4u sisters
@ club 925.

seems like sandman’s
always sweeping me off
the page,
and the big stage @ columbia u
claimed by new negroes
named kendric and hussain
will remain a fleeting illusion.

but ima keep writing
cause bill said,
‘do what you love
wither you *** paid
or not.’

and these words few
are my gift to you
beloved.

ima keep on giving
til
the
music
stops.

ayo!

~ P