mama tried to whip us into shape
but somehow we still windup being dysfunctional
well I can only speak for myself, my siblings don't
like being put on blast street, they rather
keep their feelings underneath their feet
and walk on them, that was mamas advice for
the hurt in you, that's what she told us to do
in that I could find my wealth not to mention
it was not conducive o my health, mentally
I know you understand, I know you agree
that's why my poetry stands out, not because
I push it to the forefront of everything I do
but, because it is all I ever done or ever do
to breath life into my crushed feelings
poetry is a savior to those who grasp and
direct their true calling in life, no matter
how broken if you are light then you must shine
shine on my friend shine on