My stride reduced
to the slide
of my soul
to a drag
as slow as
an old hand dance
or a long pull
on a stove
in bitter cold
Sometimes
I can barely
stand
to bear
my own
circumstances
Still
I make
advancements
Straighten
my spine
like steel columns
Lock my knees
Chest out
Eyes focused
laser-beams
“Never hopeless”
is my mantra
Build my opus
stacking stanzas
until my work stands up
for something
because I don’t
want to fall
for anything
But if I do,
I man up and crawl
until
I have the legs
to walk again
wind to run
Pressing forward
‘til the race is done
Too easy to lose
faith in self – succumb
to the hate when felt
My cloth is different
Not willing
to debase myself
to stroke their egos
I try to uplift
through my gift
Love of my people
is why I do this
Present another face
alternate view
to the public disgrace
major media spews
Fatigued?
Yes, indeed I am
Just a hue-man
with a burden
A heavy load
for certain
but genetically
engineered into
my person to persevere
when they
were breeding
needed workmen
Now their burden
is their fear
feeding itself
with all the wickedness
they’ve done
over the years
but I
AM NOT
LIKE THEM
I’m just tired
- HymnAgen