This poem is one of my favorites, because it expresses the social consciousness of humanity when we come to place of full self awareness.
What kind of society have we created where kids are killing kids killing their parents babies having babies kids being tried as adults carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders not living the life that was given but living the life that was taken
What kind of society have we created where it is fashionable to have couch time whither it’s with a shrink or to shrink your mind that helps define you soon to create mold a new you a fetus awaiting life being brought into a world of madness of invisible racial lines times hated beyond color the same race in your face while others hide and disguise with a smile
What kind of society have we created where you gotta watch your back always there always true times can’t blame nobody but you before you point that finger think about that adventure you went on a ride in the circle that you keep whither it’s big or small will always be judging who judging what me
What kind of society have we created where we walk around with blinders stepping on stepping over people looking out for number one me times help times hinder times a heart of stone times a mask that shows how glad puttin’ on a front yeah you know what’s up fear of the unknown an adventure of life
What kind of society do we live in where love in rare cease to exist where people play on people feelings to get what they feel is owed to them from the past heart broken money talks diamonds sparkle greed lust sex mistrust
What kind of person are you
What kind of person do you wish to be
What kind of person have you become
What kind of life do you led
What kind of life do you wish to possess
What kind of life is waiting for you
Six questions that define who and what you are an exploration of your space to find your place whither a person full of joy passion just a dreamer a dual identity a secret life or just to help others through from your emotional pain of life from day to day being strong and only confide in the one closest to you
Stepping in the world cross the line fact or fiction how they have both fallen to past and future predictions did I mention
What kind of poet would I be if I didn’t share what lies in my heart
What kind of poet would I be if I didn’t share what my eyes placed before me
What kind of poet would I be if I didn’t share what my mind has taught me
What kind of poet would I be if I didn’t share my gift with you
I wouldn’t be!
Excerpt from the poetry book Silver sPHere.