The Taste of Freedom

I forgot to grab my notebook in my haste I could use a napkin But I don’t like the way my pen Can’t write fast enough To get the thoughts out While they’re fresh I’ve been lamenting much About how I should have Could have Done this a long time ago Left this contract And

Absurdity

F you if you think I'm going to be manipulated by your IncoherenceLack of understandingI can feel your solar plexus all fired upAnd the pressure in your brainI can see you pulling strawsAnd making dots connectThat don't really connectMaking moves with wordsThat make no senseOnly to youBecause you're insecureLike a rat in a mazeAnd you

Children Are a Mirror of Their World

Girls who spend the night Know what isn't And what isWhen I hugged the kidsEspecially the boysI felt the loveThey said it's not the sameThe squad The love is in the heartsOf the childrenWho are seeking to find their wayYoung adultsSeeking a true perspective What can we show them? Are we leading the way fearlesslyInto