I would walk down the street,
Fist clenched
Waving a banner of red.
Hollering, crying about issues that honestly didn't concern me.
Feeling so gun-** about my resolutions,
Starting mini "cultural Revolutions"
Or so I called Contention at the time.
I was so much older than, I'm younger now.

I would play Love like an out of tune guitar,
playing many different chords, and rifts.
The song I played, was one of anguish and void of hope,
It was no longer love.
My heart has matured
And I learned to see with my eyes.....
Instead of my hate.
Bottled up and rotten to the very core
Oh how old I was back than. *I'm younger than that now