talk to me nice and sweet
but say what you mean boy
i'm no detective
it is not my job to read
between the lines
your attraction
no matter how ashamed
you have been taught to be
is no crime
you treat me
like an option
instead of a requirement
cause at the end of the day
we both know
i am what you need
but i cannot force you
to breathe
if you keep suffocating yourself

an unforeseen pain
a burst of misery
potentially fatal
this hurt cannot be described

i met him on a tuesday
he became my meantime
in between time
after work
before work
i had to have a hit
his scent was
the perfect balance
of ***** and shea butter
a proud igbo man
through him
i connected to the motherland
through him
i almost disconnected from reality

is it financial?
is it spiritual?
is it mental?
is it truly all in my head?
this anguish cannot be seen
as it is intrinsic
fear morphs into laziness
or is it really laziness?
i don't think i need
to be here anymore
triggered sporadically
i dream of my death
so graphically
what does life have
to offer
besides treasures
that are not promised
and guaranteed heartache
my heart cannot afford
to break anymore
the sad thing is
no particular person
is breaking it

We tether ourselves
Voluntarily or involuntarily
Then paint the chains gold
Wishing on 11:11
For riches untold
Little do we know
We are solidifying
The mold
When will we learn
To surrender & let go
When will we grow weary
Of rehearsing the same show
We must orchestrate our own assassination
Before we are cursed
To damnation

an administration
that does not admonish
the adversity personified
must be banished
until this takes place
hate will never vanish

paper can be made
without having to cut my trees down
out of laziness
you are eager to obliterate
what God made