I've decided that its ok to stand in the rain and mourn the loss of what we've grown to know as us , that way my tears will be unseen
and if at some point it thunders I will cry out at the top of my lungs for they will go unheard.
I've decided to allow my self exactly 2 min and 55 sec mourn,
that's how long it took for the twinkle in your eye to catch me.
And if at some point I'm interrupted I will act as if I'm lost...or maybe even crazy,
I will go on this tangent on how I allowed a foreign country to invade and take over my soul,
how foreign polices had been changed,
I will tell of how the temple for which I once worshiped was wired with explosives and blown up once the foreign country decided to leave,
and because of this it will forever dawn a under construction sign to hide its shame from the public eye,
I will speak of the brown eye, nappy headed Lil black boy who walks around aimlessly in the rain eyes squinted and mouth wide open mute to the world only God can hear his cries, his hands gone they were severed by the foreigner so he can no longer write,
castrated he bleeds his man hood taken as a souvenir...
I am that boy, and just as Mississippi trees bear strange fruit I hang there,
ground zero waddling in the debry from the destruction of I,
waiting praying on this foreigners return hoping it will be to make mends,
to rebuild my country,
to lay the foundation for the erection of my temple,
so one day I will be able to worship again,
be able to not hold my head down ashamed to open its doors
and allow another to worship with me.
I will,
I Lil black boy lost will mourn
But only for those 2 min and 55 sec...