Handout
My hands open like a pan handler
A common street walker.
Waiting for a handout
My hands out man!
The sole of my shoe is worn
My soul and my shoes are worn.
I’m not broke!
I’m rich with love and kindness.
I’m just reaching out because I’m waiting for my return.
Ain’t no one handing out a damn thing.
My left arms extended making it rain love and affection. Respect and devotion.
My right hand is out, expecting a return.
My hands is out man. My right hand, still empty.
In my back pocket I still have hope
“Maybe I’m just like my father too bold. Maybe I’m just like my mother, she’s never satisfied”.
Maybe hope is gone
Maybe I’m just stubborn.
Maybe I’m asking for too much
Maybe I’m just going to put my hand down
(2014)
