Mind Boggling...HerStory

The Evolution of a deadbeat crack head Halfway hoping for a relapse so I could be right, As halfway wrong as that sounds, How could I not want to be right? Tug of war with my conscious, Although, I subconsciously want to say the word daddy, The past, present, and future is clashing, Your past is affecting the present, And your presence is precedence to me, And its becoming more detrimental to rekindle a relationship that never was, Never was… No it was never anything there but Abandonment Bereavement Carelessness Shall I go on No let’s not dwell on the past, Although the past has made me who I am,   I cannot let those events shape my future, Hmm hmm … our future, Maybe time has done you well, And yes, I say maybe with a plethora of doubt, Scratching my head thinking of a way to let you in, But still …. A question mark lingers Forget the past… There are things that you can’t forget. The Evolution of a

I think about you… I think about you on a daily basis, I tried to eradicate thoughts of you, Though I have fall short, And you were much less than what I have I anticipated, I can’t think of a time when I felt you were untrue, The more time we spent together, The closer we grew, unexpected feelings accrued, But lack of communication became the norm, No ringing of the phone, no buzzing from a text, I’m not being to upfront, I’m not being a pest, A desire for more than what we have or had, Looking towards the future without dwelling on the past, Based on our time together, I thought it would turn into something, But based on actions, I classified it as a summer fling, The dog days of summer has loom, silence has crept, No bindings through a relationship, So no hard feelings to sort, Backed up in my prefrontal cortex, how could I ever forget, Times likes these are learning experiences not sighs of regret. Summer thing Kri

  How lucky you are to be so white How lucky you are to be so white Against you my chances are slim What made you so superior? When our shadow is the same, and we are composed of the same interior, What made you decide that you shall defy that most high? And exalt yourself above – Above me, Where we have to document the first black to… The daunting task of proving my worth, A long train in each car loaded with oppression, restrictions, All because of color distinctions, How lucky you are to hold a color so distinguished Product of the past causing anguish Different dialect but same language, Nigger! Nigger! Nigger! Sending a bad signal to my brain as it transmits through my ears, Piercing my cerebellum Underneath-- a curse, spell, since the beginning, Where are the silver lining and the decorated trimming? Trying to move on but continue clinging to imagery of whippings, Being sold on the block like a piece of rock being