Thoughts sink onto the screen
A midday daydream
Times like this
I feel like
The forthrightness and conviction of Frederick Douglass mixed with a
Uncanny mathematical ability and poetry of Victor Hugo
A far-reaching extrapolation
I would say
None the less
Projecting to the unsuspecting
The workings of intricacies
Of my mental appendices
I’m a rebel
So I rebel
The drafting of word crafting has me
Under a spell
Caged in
Enraged in
Held captive of my own thoughts
Needing a storm comparable
To a tornado
To spin away negativity
Within me
That rises up and tries to defeat me
Over the years
Being too nice
Has its price
Tends to break you down
You ultimately rebound
Battle scars worn
Body aged and conscience war-torn
I confide in the DIVINITY
Within me
Giving sanctity and sanity
Instead of getting my @ss
Handed to me
I’m a rebel
So I rebel…