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Epiphany of a Doubt
We ask ourselves
Why I
Am I skinny, tall, fat
Why must I suffer the intensity
of a yell
The complexity of a broken home
Why I
Have parents that have the epiphany of hope
Yet im hungry always
Why I
Am I from a dead father
Who is alive in this present world
But calls to me lands on deaf ears
Why I
Sit here looking for help
But just get calls but no answers
No real feeling to my
Insides
This carcass that bears a dim soul
Why I
I have this dark skin, black eyes and short nappy hair
Why I
Have ancestors who cried blood died
yet the world is not a different place
or the image so many people hope pray to see
but yet is blank...
Why I
Must I find enlightenment in my own poems, songs
Yet cannot find comfort in my own blood mother
Why I
Cry more than most do, love more,
become attracted more...
Suffer more
Why I
Have to be stuck here alone fading distant but close
Why I
Am I stuck in this limbo
this living hell
When will that light shine bright
above the highest mountain top
Why I
Experience happiness but cannot grasp it
Why I...
God why I !
Am surrounded by these people who
look but do not see the anguish
here but do not listen to me
cry out rebirth, freedom,
light from these chains on life
talk but do not speak
the words of my survival, my destiny
To overcome....
Why I
After writing do not feel better,
just see empty faces that see another conflicted kid
Why must i live above the stereotype
of living and free to do Whatever I want
after the age of 21
Why am I here right now?
Why did that glorious god of ours put me here?
What is my ultimate purpose?
Am I destined to be empty
a shell that cannot socialize with my own kind
that cannot fight me...
me.
Oh lord, torture me so with the best weapon, myself
see the tears, the scream that will not come
God!!
Why give me this gift
of pen but only as a release from my pain
Its not working...
What if the blood of the innocent
can run through my veins
While like a stallion yet
controlled patient
We ask ourselves
Why I
Am I skinny, tall, fat
Why am I
blessed with the beauty of god
but cursed by his anger
Why am I
sitting, spilling myself on a piece of paper
but still feel constricted,
Stuck in this limbo
hell on earth
but a glimpse of heaven...
As I write
I pause for a reply
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