Transition.

these are the days that make us

filled with anxiety

& fabricated reasons as to why we can't grow

older and better

wiser and stronger

these are the days that drive me to get up

no later than 5:30

to squeeze the life out of the quiet of the morning

& force my truth to appear

freedom lives where they don't want us

closest to ourselves

Greater than they said we would be.

for every one of us they take

& every tear that's shed

silently equates to yet another,

tormented

black

mind – set free

I ran away years ago and i'm still runnin

so my son won't have to.

and further so we can free others

to then in turn, free us all.

RIP Young Dolph

~ Dev