Eb and Flow
See my rhythms and poems
Have no motion no flow
Sometimes they Eb
But even that happens real slow
The motion is there
I Just don’t wanna let it go
If I add it you’d know
That I cared to grow
And learn, discern
I won’t say anymore
Except for this
I took a piece of bliss
Put it in my back pocket
Sat down and smashed it
Took it out then I dropped it
My language saw me
Decided I should stop it
So I brushed it off
Told everyone that I lost it
Truth is that I crossed it
Didn’t earn the ability
Says who? Says Me.
So I took and I tossed it
Whats left
I don’t know
No language
Sometime I Eb
But even that happens slow