Well…

by Aaron Smith

I tried to put into words the emotion

The true devotion

That drives the heart and mind behind

Us.

Words are failing

My thoughts prevailing

All the crazy inside

Seeping out

Derailing

Any hope of trying to

Explain, I’m dying to

Make some sense, for me and you

These thoughts just won’t come through

But I will go on

To build upon

When all hope is gone

Maybe there is one

Little piece of hope

That helps you carry on.

I know what it’s like

I know what it’s like

The first time I got shot at

Man, that was chill

The second time I got shot at

Man, that was ill (can I say that?)

The first time my bro died in a gunfight-

Fuck how you feel

Tears in his momma’s eyes

Tears in his momma’s eyes

Pain made me who I am today

Rage gave me what I need to say

I’m tired, man, of just every day

Trying just to survive and just stay

Positive

But still to live

In some semblance of

Not a suicidal bitch-

Too much?

But frankly I’m so tired

Tired of false indignation

False indignation on IG while on Fucking Vacation

So wear your clothes

And wipe your nose

Or fuck your hoes

Sand in your toes

And sound alarms

While doing arms

In an air conditioned gym-

*Yeah bro, I’m talking to you*

I just want some reality

Not TV, not Media, just fucking reality

Are you with me humanity?

I want to feel like it’s not just night stars and me-

Kindness and the warmth of a happy embrace

Smile on a face

Regardless of race

Is it too late?

Maybe.

Well…