in the mist and clouded visions
emotional teardrops
and hard decisions
I hold on to myself
endless revisions
and what I am supposed to be
time is an open book
space is the reality
when I take another look
at all my complaints
lamentation and the time it took
they leave marks
people : ugliness
evil hearts
they get something from being mean
it's dumb,it's not smart
the world gets me down
the way people are
painted on frowns
benignly self-serving
I see them driving around town
dysfunctional without respect
for their parents
it's not love they reflect
for the good people
it's honor they neglect
to be remiss in the care
of the ones that love them the best
how do they dare
disrespect our mother
make her flat-iron her hair
most people do what's easy
like watch T.V.
it's hard to give another dignity
and accept people for what they are
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