Dear Life

 

Dear Life, 

 

You offer no compass for your map 

 

Gaps are a natural display of your existence 

 

Resistance from you is the end of oneself 

 

Shelf away enough to find the unknown 

 

 submission to this admission was not my mission  

 

Nor a commitment to this religion 

 

for this I pay attention 

 

this is my intention to form my opinion 

 

alone on my own, Atone to be condoned

 

 That is what you have shown to the bone 

 

Tired,  wishing to be hired but problems keep me wired 

 

desired to never be fired No!

 

whoa the status quo isn’t gold but cold 

 

low even for the soul 

 

honestly, it's dull 

 

So I cannot Fight to take what isn’t mine to keep 

 

Deep to know that my ancestors only sleep 

 

Leap for a voice to make a choice 

 

Unvoiced is the words of one who cannot comply 

 

Deny it or survive it 

 

you have no favorites

 

Savor it, until then I will send 

 

For I have reached my end 

 

 

 

 

-Deshanea Smith 

 

 

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