it's about time...
I was born with an African drum on the inside of my chest beating the inner lining of my rib cage,
coloring my spirit with such passion
I am forced to exhale a sigh
so uninhibited , released from a truth found so deep within
my spine shivers as if brushed with death
I kid you not
and I am humbled by it's presence
See I know the alphabet is the blood that fills these veins
cut me and I bleed scripture
a misunderstood martyr
slanging today's proverbs as tomorrows cliches
so try not and hide behind your eyelids
because your ears will still seek clarity
And these poems
continue to be written with a phantom hand
I am nothing but a marionette dancing the puppeteers dance
an untrained ballerina
I tippy my toes see ²²²²²s live this life time balancing act
walking the balance beam between black and human
from black-black-blue black to high yellow
so don't tell me you know the color of my pain
when you don't even know my real first name
shihan
Def Poet...