PETRIFIED

Petrified of groupthink, out of air, will I sink?/

Is my life handwritten or scripted from God's ink?/

The writing on the wall, am I reading it right?/

Is it divine or do I need to raise my hand and write?/

Will I still be me or lose the self that sets me apart?/

Will I follow the crowd or will I follow my heart?/

These nightmares come to feast, when these thoughts become a beast/

And won't stop killing my peace, until my inner light is deceased/

In that event let me vent, whenever life is bent/

So I open up this vent, what pours out is God sent/

All my fear is lost and bravery takes its place/

I can stand as my own man, God secure my space/

Fear doesn't reside here, everything becomes clear/

I can take it to a new tier, because I know that God's here/

With all this divine essence, I never recline/

And I can only be me, God's beautiful design/

DRIFTING APART


Bloodyred eyes peering at the clear blue skies,
Green in his mind's eyes but grey blunt smoke clouds his irides,
Feeling pops neglect, a spitoon of white lies,
Spending time to reflect, on how to get a piece of the cheese pies,
Moms in the grave so he aint feel no maternal love,
So he's most comfortable on the corners with the thugs,
Drifting apart from his pops coz he is in a pain of his own,
How a perfect life can be broken, unhappy with what life is showing,
Always in a drunken stupor,
No options left to manoeuvre,
So the son grows so judgemental,
Wondering what goes on in pops mental,
But he never knew the pain that a real nicca feels,
when he's out here grinding trying to provide happy meals,
But the father is stoic watching his son's life unfold like a biopic,
No opinion on it coz he know's his sons world view is myopic,
the hood is all he knows and can never dream of better,
As time goes he grows more and more bitter,
So who bears the brunt of the blame and carries the weight of the shame,
No one to put him on the right train or teach him how to refrain,
Spiralling deeper into an abyss of loneliness, out of reach from the preachers,
Trying to speak sense into him but he can't relate to the biblical pictures,
Blasphemy on his tongue, when he opens his trap boastful speech is what litters,
On top of his voice saying I got me since no one is there for us,
Life becoming one long terrible song with no chorus,
Calling out to Jesus like please won't you save us,
Another short life in the making, look at the life we are living,
Look at the things we came up in, it's amazing we are still breathing......