Quadriplegic Racial Healer Dreaming at Day

Two worlds

Others spectate or pick sides

Life is one thing

Skin color is everything

Leaving only 99.9% or something the same

Better off we are

Deterioration ignored even though it’s out in the open under the skin

It’s them, they hate us

Separation still endures

All hope seems lost for a cure

Yes, Society is sick, but it has never ever been well

As the smell of burnt smoke from collisions many times over hovers in my mind, body, and soul

I see everything.

Agree, disagree, hear words from those too small minded to see, a thing.

It stings

Everyone has an opinion transformed into a passionate fact

Eating their opponents up like a snack before they can even mumble a word.

I hear everything.

I feel it too.

What is America to do?

Hated black president, it was not up to you.

Art is my only defense as I fire cannons and AK numbers of weapons I don’t even know at the problem.

My war goes unnoticed because everyone is preoccupied with symptoms.

So I lie to get their attention and I says, “I hate white people!”, “I hate black people!”

All turn and see that I’m black and then turn back.

Damn!

Life goes on.

I live on…

And so does it…

And so it goes

Quitting is of no significance nor is it an option.

Be is all that is left for I

Riding along in a train car glazing out the window of human kind through my soul.

I see, I hear, I feel…everything.