It’s heavy, loaded, exposed, no holster.
Allocated to a wall like a B2K poster.
Frolicking down the spine like a dragon tattoo.
Bravo, MTV, what do we have to do?
Anxious, entertaining, cooked sushi on deck.
Forex money leaking, ain't quite there, not yet.
Protest, internal disruption, and equator revelations.
Tupac, turmoil, denial, where do we stand in these races?
Not wanting to occupy any other spaces.
Nations abruptly at a glance.
Watch who the enemy embraces.
Identity, humility, judgment, and hate.
Rocks are ready to be thrown before you enter the gate.
Predicated ignorance.
Programmed lies.
Sexuality summed up to below one’s thighs.
Dating apps, Cash app, liquid transactions.
Societal dysfunction.
Who chooses this madness?
To carry, to hide, or bury?
Look in your eyes.
The choices lay before us.
Will we choose love or choose pride?
Will we cater to affliction or denial of living?
Ourselves... yet to be forgiven.
About the Creator
MK Colbert
MK a.k.a Maritta Kachele is a Jamaican American singer-songwriter, poet, film producer, and mental health/prison reform advocate. She loves to create new realms of exploration and enjoys writing diverse pieces.
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