ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.

prayer.

in memoriam
and incomplete.

it wasnt posed to be in poem form. just happent that way.

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god.

we are flawed
and it is showing

something has gone wrong somewhere
we cant fix it ourselves
and this is showing

we're craving something that cant be found
hungering for something that wont be given
and so we're eating our own
beautiful brown
young

we are flawed
and it is showing

after 400 yrs of aridness
this cannot be the thirst that leaves us dry
choking on our own tongues and self-promises

we have forgotten you
and it is showing

we are hiding you from our children
we are burying u alive
in stained glass religion
we are renaming u
we are angry and hurt and discouraged and lost and
proud and we are forgetting you
and ourselves

there is something in the way of our sons and daughters
crouching in their paths
laying in ambush at their feet
numbing their heels so that when we discover the wound
it is too late

we are trying to make gardens of miles of concrete
watering it w/ our blood
pouring over it our stolen lives
regurgitated smiles
wasted dreams
untapped potential
the robbed fingers of painters
the broken choruses of unwritten songs

we have no gardens
only our problems grow stronger

we believe that we give birth to ourselves
we have forgotten you
and it is showing

we try to hide it
and it is showing

[incomplete]

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ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.

11.17.2004

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