Art by the artist DionJ’ay aka Dion J. Pollard
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Day 4 of 44 — a GoFundMe I promote and more.
A book to ‘fix’ racism, but only a few will get passed the colorism score.
I self-published book one of my first creative writing series.
Going broke but it was easy as meditation brought ease.
Day one I told you about the plan; of failing, maybe failing at a plan?
Many words ago — but I tried as day two was just that.
Simply ‘try’ and a way you go.
Yesterday I showed my heart.
It’s what happens when help is far apart.
Day 4 of 44, I’ll write a poem and speak inner words I implore.
The last album which rhymed — a meaningful genius and more.
Sees the big picture and still rhymes to riches.
I listened as money bi-weekly came by the inches.
Munchies or anxiety — I’d leave the house late to eat so greasily.
Doctor said keep it up; panic attack or heart attack?
You’re inviting it eating like that.
Passed the days of migraines.
Now running up hilltops on narrow street lanes.
Writing to a dream and the nightmare’s insane.
Because they told me about the money thang…
I delusionally trust people ahead of me in that lane.
To be my hero in the times my bank account is at zero.
Exposing the grit in me, because a dream I protect by writing daily.
To improve people who can’t handle their anxiety.
I’ve been there and if I told the rest of my story.
You’d think I’d gone crazy.
Am aware of who I am.
A fighting warrior of faith and by trust I stand.
For people who believe in fighting for a dream they demand.
WordPress readers and friends from past meetings.
My audience is the world who can read from start to endings.
Those who see the angels in the outfield.
Who don’t think to die for what inner words reveal.