Self Analogy

There has to be a logical explanation for me

To this question my mother could not answer me

From the grave my father cannot speak

Into my life I took a quick peek before my past could imprison me

I ponder why I’m so deep in thought and speech

On certain issues and causes I fight and preach

did I vote for this man because he's a black man

did I do it because like me he writes with his left hand

you see it's me that I'm always trying to understand

like why I say the things I do and stand where I stand

where did it   derive from and  what is  its natural origin

how did I reach this if mama didn’t teach it and daddy didn’t preach it

what did I do different from those who rode in on the same   horse

of course being the oldest would mean I was the fastest swimmer

left home in November shivering like December

like a tree I too timbered but I remembered to stand back up

I have had some pretty bad luck like lightening stuck in the same place

My heart defibrillate both hands held out in it an empty plate

Cramming hard to graduate knowing the parties had to wait

On my back I held a lot of weight mama was hard not to hate

In some kind of way I had to relate to my fate holding on to what faith

I had to not complain about the pain that dug deeply into my veins

The scars it left still remain as I go deeper and the lights get dimmer

I did not drown in my own self-pity because I was the fastest swimmer