Luthor

October 4, 2015

I’d want you to remember that I’d help you if you needed it. And when was younger I could feel for you when you were feeling it. In fact, Craven was my boy although he was houseless. Houseless but not phone less, so he sent good morning text forwards encouraging me. Then I’d ride around in privilege as he walked downtrodden up University. He’d say, “Good morning world, have a great day all.” From his phrasing I assumed it was more than me that he had involved. I must have been like 19. I was always striving to do the right thing even though the outcome could have been frightening. I let him know the remedy for his tooth aches could be pacified with dentistry. I was referring to an auntie and a future dentist, which back then would have been me. But a superman has fallen far from up in the sky. I see the twinkle in her eye; she’s probably thinking that I’m a great guy. However, darling I can’t save you. Because with superficial surfaces there is less pressure and the faces are so much more serene. Back when I was like 17 I was probably the guy you prayed for. But these days I’ll come up with reasons for you to stay for. But I still got girls that I pray for even though lately I’ve been wayward. And I enjoy the linguistics, but I’ll hop down from this peddle stool before they think a mind’s twisted. Cause only few will think that I’m God’s gifted. Disregard the tapestry of the writing I want more logos and ethos for me. I’m trying to iron out all the kinks in my life, but I’m still waiting because I have yet to do it. I’m just trying to stay an optimist as I endeavor to remain positive. But I’ve been sick even though I’m a doctors kid. And my friends has got a hit list. Just pray for the girls that end up on it. There’s no loyalty to any social constructs. These days girls love what they don’t need. The ingestion of his seed didn’t satisfy her needs. Then there’s a subtle transformation of a good guy just to fulfill his needs. Because there’s no love in this. Sorry for the plot twist, but it’s a different generation. The only thing that’s really consistent with this nation is the hatred of another man because of his skin color. I just wear drug rug hoodies for steez because it’s getting colder. I got a solid head between my shoulders, but as I look over my shoulder I see an older white lady staring at me. She then proceeds to ask me to prove that I am not a thief. I quietly pull out my receipt hopping to ease stereotypes she has of me. She then proceeds to have concern for a brother saying, “Oh sweetie I thought your barbering mirror was broken”, but I just leave unspoken…. No one can cure the young black man disease. And it’s been a little since I’ve been down on my knees to call out to God, but you should pray for her as she’s down on her knees. Cause she’s not praying for me. You can say a prayer for this nation. I’ll just be praying to find some inner peace.