the waters.

Back to poems about my shit again... How many Arks I gotta build before my nxggas swim?

Man I've been distant found my vision in a ceiling fan.

For all the times the spirit text me but I left Her shit on "read". Am I really iridescent or eager to glow instead? "Atlanta ain't all that bad", well my comfort zone's gotta go; if it won't then how can I grow?

Tired of all my bitching.

Can't convince you to want when we never took time to listen.

Humans: we want submission.

Text from the Lord in full - like "nigga How you claim to know love when you want to be in control? Shit”....

For times that the pain would flow and confusing "not now" with "no" in the mirror I saw my foe.

Tell me you need me though, in the darkest nights... Like flowers trying to bloom in covered rooms that block all the light...

If tomorrow's never promised and I die would you hold me tight?

And tell you that I'm there for you to show you you're worth more

cause I've been undermining all my growth for a truth I could find in hope, but I hope I can seal the floor that's been leaking with all my vision - my woman, I failed to listen.

Colors just turned to gray as I slowly fell in my comfort; it slowly pushed her away.

Might not see the same flame that she witnessed in the beginning I'm fanning, I'm out here venting my spirit just needed lifting. Damn…

And pushing me all the same but put all my focus on her and can't see that I'm in the way.

God just throw me a rope, or a message inside my vision for nxggas afraid to listen who really just needed hope or a metaphorical quote.

Sabotaging my oaths of them blessings on golden spokes.

A path for the shit I wrote,

maybe something I spoke can be what I build as a boat to reach you or your kin that's needing some hope, shit.……..

Or maybe that line's for me and my he(art) is what's out at Sea, and realized for me that it never could float...

Caught my wind as I boarded Delta, a shift in my own causation I came to the realization; my happiness ain't in places...

Far away destinations I drifted and drowned in hope but I hope that you know I'm here might not speak but I hope you're well.

Docked as your ship would sail...

Pennies I threw in wells for the times that I stumbled/fell or I fucked up and crashed the boat pissed the fortune cookie said "nope" but my nappy hair stayed afloat when the life preserver had tore and my grip had slipped from the rope, trying to yell but I'd only choke, saw my life and death as I coped, but I somehow made it to shore, woke up and fell on the floor are you sure that these nxggas woke?...

Looked in the mirror like “Are you sure of the ‘things’ you want?”

Stephen Osadolor Jr.Comment