Words my antidote to numb the senses except the emotion to feel 

Depositing in the core of the heart of a weary nation to feel  surging energies

Of passion, pain, confidence, or the fear of remaining the same

To activate the thoughts to reflect on the forgotten ones trying to crawl their way 

To what seems like an invisible American dream

Like a silent vocal weapon to penetrate the spirits of the passer bys of the orphanage

Where the little orphan boy's delicate cries dissolve into the black blanket sky

As time slips away like fine sand seeps through that crack in the hour glass

The antidote for his pain love and hope

For the broken teen girl that survived human sex trafficing

An attempt to infuse positive energy into her world where her innocence and identity

Became buried in the streets

Her mind is bombarded with traumatizing images that plague her ability to embrace

the simplest thought that left somewhere on a corner good people do exist

Through her mental wounds, let words speak to her that she is beautiful and safe

The antidote for her is trust and support

Across every ghetto where young minority men feel it's the norm to feel left behind

Daddy's absence was like a magnetic force for local drug dealers and hustlers to 

Be these lost youth mentors..rage floods inside his veins

Like a whole in the earth's crust, it's a deep hole that only a father's presence can mend

Poetry unravels the threads of their stories so people can feel the rough edges

The antidotes motivation, love, and a father figure

Poetry is my antidote for my own sanity and humanity

My pen is my microphone and my words give a sound and meaning to both tangible

Intangible elements 

Poetry my antidote to deal with life