propel me towards the shade where it’s cool
I stand there looking relaxed for the earth’s surface
when I’m used for rejection, to what use to be
your nose raised shunning the soil that made me
you laugh a scandalous laugh, when you gave me too much rum
and distorted my start on the world
we’re good at saying goodbye to what created us and destroyed us: equally.
But this infinity is like a boomerang living right now in our lives:
dem, dat I see dem display as I walk to work
dem dat deir lives dat I left behind
their bodies prematurely bowed, and walking slow
scaving the ground for opportunity, saying how else
how else can you see.
Quite a strong poem…such images bring forth that saying “there but for the grace of God…go I.”
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“your nose raised shunning the soil that made me” makes me proud of you
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