What some may see
as my morbidity,
I see as my…
motivation.
Preserving my legacy’s
a preoccupation of mine.
None of us knows when
“how” and “where” will align
with their
expiration date.
So why live life awaiting fate?
Me?
I’m going after what I want
despite any jeers or taunts them crabs try
to tractor beam my backside with.
Have me back slide?
Shheeee- it.
I’m on my broke extension ladder.
It just goes up.
I can’t fall backwards…unless I let go,
but I’m old school:
kung-fu grip like nappy-headed,
twelve inch, G.I. Joe!
So I do these katz
trying hold me back
like the C.I.A.
did the ‘hood with crack!
Cut and boil their despair
with some "maybes"
through my shares.
Produce a generation
of HymnAgen babies
addicted to self-expression,
because I care
since creative self-expression saved me
from my fears.
Might be blurry, but I can see better
tomorrows now
through my tears.
Now if my work can inspire others
to put that work in,
do I dare
not leave them
with something to read from,
and bless their spirits to feed from,
when sharing one's truth leads to freedom?
Far be that selfishness from me.
Come
get
this
work!
-HymnAgen