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Lucky
I never had to kill a man
With an AK-47 gun
I never had to watch my father slaughter
Or gaze agape
As my mother was raped
I never felt the sharp twist of a knife in my innards
Because there was nothing to eat for our dinner
I wasn’t a victim of poverty
Was never the state’s property.
I guess
I was lucky.
My mommy loved me
My daddy doted on me
I had anything
And everything
My heart desired.
Still, by the time I was ten, or maybe before,
I knew what it was like to be tired.
I felt it in my bones the way that inmates do
I hurt with it so bad that I wanted to be through.
But do I have a right, when informed of child soldiers
To whine about the trials
That I had to shoulder?
When I look at a squalling crack addict baby
Shouldn’t I feel blessed
That I was so lucky?
When they put me away (just for a day)
I knew, I knew I belonged
And I wondered where it went wrong
Where I went wrong, where they went wrong…
But now that I’m out
Aren’t I the fortunate one?
When I smoke cigarettes
And am shamed by the smell
I do think what it was like
Growing up in my hell
And I ruminate on secrets that I really won’t tell—
But compared to the world
I guess
I’ve done well.
I’m lucky,
Lucky
Oh, lucky me.
So why, for fuck’s sake,
Am I so unhappy?
I never had to kill a man
With an AK-47 gun
I never had to watch my father slaughter
Or gaze agape
As my mother was raped
I never felt the sharp twist of a knife in my innards
Because there was nothing to eat for our dinner
I wasn’t a victim of poverty
Was never the state’s property.
I guess
I was lucky.
My mommy loved me
My daddy doted on me
I had anything
And everything
My heart desired.
Still, by the time I was ten, or maybe before,
I knew what it was like to be tired.
I felt it in my bones the way that inmates do
I hurt with it so bad that I wanted to be through.
But do I have a right, when informed of child soldiers
To whine about the trials
That I had to shoulder?
When I look at a squalling crack addict baby
Shouldn’t I feel blessed
That I was so lucky?
When they put me away (just for a day)
I knew, I knew I belonged
And I wondered where it went wrong
Where I went wrong, where they went wrong…
But now that I’m out
Aren’t I the fortunate one?
When I smoke cigarettes
And am shamed by the smell
I do think what it was like
Growing up in my hell
And I ruminate on secrets that I really won’t tell—
But compared to the world
I guess
I’ve done well.
I’m lucky,
Lucky
Oh, lucky me.
So why, for fuck’s sake,
Am I so unhappy?
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
Literature
Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
Literature
Pacific
October, and the
sky is on the ground again;
boats on a small sea.
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I... [i]saber[/i] this. And have loathed myself for feeling that way when I first understood how good I have it.