I remember being a young girl staying in Georgia with my cousins.
Buzzing with childhood energy.
Endlessly flowing through me it seemed.
By any means seeking to be happy.
With grass stains on my knees
That sort of thing came naturally.
Like picking the berries off trees we knew we couldn’t eat.
Red like wine
but I wouldn’t find that til’ a later time.
My mom only saw fit to give us a pinky taste of it.
That wasn’t even a sip.
Wasn’t no gettin lit off the shit.
Nah wine was something my youth introduced me to.
That wasn’t until I was about 22, to tell the truth.
Now I’m 2 empty bottles of cheap red wine deep.
My mind is divine right now.
Can’t tell me shit about my style right now.
Dreads hanging loose. I feel free.
I get to be drunk me, not giving a fuck me.
Watchin cars passin in front me. On my front porch.
My neighbors watching too.
To see if I’m gone leave the house soon.
I usually don’t,
or pick up my phone, unless it’s to bring something new through to you.
I don’t feel right in this world.
That’s why I write for this world.
My views are skewed it seems.
My plight is the world.
But I feel like I’m goin stir crazy.
Some niggas stay in the same place.
Acting like a fat rat who ain’t got no cheese to chase.
The cheddar chase gotta have a last place in the first place.
But I plan to be first in this rat race
I motivate the great to never accept made up fate
except what you create.
The state you accept is the state you stay in.
So, dueces, South Carolina, my state of mind is moving higher,
but I desire a warmer climate. I need to find an island after I find the ladder and climb it.
Mount Everast is the coldest. Hopes get frozen and stuck in place.
Gas it up and throw my fire on it.
The entire sonnet goes up in flames.
Nah. I’m-a share this today.