#proudly
I stared at the cinderblock wall, kudzu clawin’ up wild,
A green chokehold sprawlin’ ‘cross this Tennessee hollow,
Life flickers in me, a match struck on a humid night,
But leukemia’s creepin’, a month to ***** my candle’s glow.
Sixteen and I’m done, no worse than folks who linger here,
The sun meltin’ over the Smokies, the sweetgum air—why ain’t it mine?
I despise death’s slow drag, its damp, cold fingers on my neck,
Not scared—just ****** a fire ragin’ in veins gone icy.
A dream once slunk in, like a copperhead through the pines,
Cross my warped floorboards, me froze, watchin’ it glide,
No fangs, no strike, just sickness coilin’ in its hush,
Woke me to the truth—my end’s stalkin’ these backroads quiet.
Why me leavin’ while others grill burgers in the dusk?
This land’s too pretty—cornfields gold, mockin’ my rot,
I’d toss a Molotov at it all, this carefree Cumberland sprawl,
If my arms had the grit to torch my **** fate.
The world churns on, deaf to my hollerin’ from the porch,
Beauty cuts deep—crickets chirpin’ a song I can’t keep.
Everybody’s fightin’ to breathe, no soul less than me,
But what’s it worth when death’s got my number dialed?
I chuck my truth like a deer stand spear, unmissable,
To God, to life, to folks cruisin’ Main Street clueless,
At sixteen, dread’s my gospel, my rebel yell,
A war cry howled, so this whole county might pay up.
Life’s a gift for us about to get yanked away,
We cling tight to what’s rippin’ loose in the wind,
My ache, my envy for kids racin’ four-wheelers, unborn,
No hate—just a love for livin’, sharp as a switchblade.
Through cussin’ and jealousy’s hot sting, I thread a tune,
A jagged love song hummin’ over the TVA hum,
Reckon this truth, let your own gripes loose like hounds,
I ain’t kneelin’ to anything . And I am proudly mad.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC
It's our day,
harken back
to our
progenitor
who spread the
the seed of our
Becoming,
A legend who
let fearless man
to fear,
A prince who
left his crown
For a war invasion,
A great, who caused
100 million
natives and
homesteaders,
he was an instituter
of religion and
culture, he was
a constructor
of the,
North and south
East and west,
Nigeria and Niger
Ivory cost and Benin
Cameroon and Sudan
Chad and Ghana
Eritrea and Togo
Congo and Gabon
Algeria and Burkina Faso,
with or more
100 million speakers
of Hausa language.
was a hero,
Named BAYAJIDDA
Abu yazid bn Abdullahi
son of king of Baghdad
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
I wore you like a bruise
proudly
on my left cheek
displayed for all to see
you marked me
but I survived
on my cheek
but you will fade
and i will still be here
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC