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Changing j to sp










It felt like
being half project
and half redneck
could only equal reject.
I've always had
this need
to change the J
to sp
The only way
I could think of
was to learn
to grow,
to test the limits,
to release
my tethers.
Sometimes I
wanted to
slip this skin,
its legacy.


The Universe
is calling me.
Wait,
I have to take this
no more missed calls
Yes Yes Y'all?
I'm listening.
I understand.
Who's The Man?
No you the man.
I want to be like U.
When I grow up.
Ok, Stay Up.


As I was saying.
I've wanted True Freedom.
Real Liberty.
To be free.
To be me.
a good man.
not necessarily a good citizen.
unless its global.
my freedom must be total.
to and from.
or its only marketing.


So I meditate.
Contemplate.
Concentrate.
Sometimes search.
I want to know the whole story,
or as much as I can
in what time I have.
Not just if I have time.


So I write.
Sometimes they are
self fulfilling prophecies.
A way of revealing Me to me.
even with my I closed eye see.
and I think the key is just be.
be love.
in as many moments as I can.
and I can.


Through searching
she found me.
read every word.
said I will be felt
and remembered.
We felt one december.
the very moment
I will always remember.
she understands my nuance.
knows my truth.
dances to the music
of my soul.
teaches me respect.


So one thing is clear
one thing I can do.
I may not change
The Current of
The River of Life.
I may not get to live
in a DreamWorld with
Robin Thicke
but I can love her.
be respect
and not think
like a reject.





Comments

  1. Nicely done. This one feels like the Theron I started reading long ago. The poet/songwriter. I like this much :)

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  2. oh man, this is a really great story...
    some very clever lines in here... a gem. nice!

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  3. yeha dawg dont think like no reject cause you get the sp from this redneck that been running the hood half his life...

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  4. Be free,be me,good man.
    ...wow! awesome,the unique is in you.

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