Thursday, February 27, 2020
It was beautiful out—can’t you see?
I road a mile and a half up Rocky Butte.
For my thoughts could see.
Later to write a note to a lucky human being.
Did you read…?
I speak a poetic mind.
Soon you’ll hear my divine.
First, I have a book to complete.
I’ll be renaming BOURGEOISIE…
It’s pronounced, BOOJ-WAH-ZEE.
About a boy bringing light to colorism.
The village he’s from is past racism.
If it’s not one things it’s another.
You won’t meet his mother.
Close your eyes; that’s his color.
And one last thing, he was my imaginary friend.
WAS, as in, growing up he emerged from thoughts within.
And for the Butte I wrote at with love.
I left my heart up there so you all could trust.
Thoughts which arrived from dust.
And my soul in faith you all now my fate.
Bringing a deed I follow without a maze.
A journey in peace I protect.
Prosperity in light I write.
Fail, well, I might.
It’s try no. 2…
But I’m good.