Vulnerable July 26
The Vulnerable JULY 26
How vulnerable am I willing to get to communicate with the pen?
I have been chasing a high since 3rd grade nap time
Her eyes were the gateway to my soul
And her smile made me believe that there had to be a Creator, cuz Goddamn...
She was the rays from the sun
That was the first time I fell in love with a moment
It is true what they say, you will never ever get back that first high...
Again I go back to ask...
How vulnerable am I willing to get to communicate with the pen?
Grieving for a nation whose masses have a business plan,
And it’s called political ambition
The toes of the downtrodden are being stepped on again
I guess 1847, 1980 and 1989 didn’t teach us well enough
The greedy pick up guns in revolutions’s name, but you see
I choose the pen.
Don’t mind me... I just be posting shit that fucks your consciousness...
RESPECT YOUR CONSCIOUS MIND
How vulnerable am I willing to get to communicate with the pen?
This pain in my heart wonders...
Why didn’t the US step in to save the nation?
Especially when they hand-delivered the mindset that ruined it—
The “I am better than... and you are beneath” type mindset (slave master mentality)
And by no means when I write that am I writing against anyone
I just want us to show understanding to the experiences that brought us here... HISTORY
I write against the mindset.
BE MINDFUL
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(2014)
The poem deal with situations and events that has happened in Liberia. I write on my frustration of the country, the mindset, the suffering and the corruption of government .
