Gettin’ my meds
To manage the symptoms of
Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome
Separation Anxiety
Don’t you know dis-ease
Signifies an imbalance
Inside and out
Caustic fumes of the outside world
Assuming truth from the years of bullshit
Shoved up my nose and down my throat
Creating the cycle of torture
To grow into self-hatred
To train to never restore trust
To develop into destruction of a civilization
I am sick
You are sick
We are sick
They are sick
So….what is the prognosis?
Analysis underway
I see a woman brown/black/colorful
And I see an enemy
I see a man containing same hues
And I see a threat
I see a child gleaming and ready to learn
And I see a reason to run
I see White, Arab, Asian and Latino male
And I place him on a higher pedestal
That is some sick shit
But that is what happens when I am sick
You are sick, we are sick
Sick with a twisted mind
Co-created in a laboratory
Laboratory of Betrayal
Studying all historical accounts from every angle
Only feeding the brain
Yet you know all answers except one
How did we get here in 2012?
Arabs cracking the codes to the whites
White man created EVERY problem we know
All Black people were vegan and spiritually escalated
Homosexuality was never practiced prior to 1607
Infidelity didn’t exist because vocabulary nonpermissive
Delusion
We are co-creators of all
Life includes polarities
Selective amnesia is the diagnosis
Depending on a system
That profits off of our demise
Now back to us…
Falling from “perfection”
Attuned to nature
Whales, foxes and canaries remain connected
Tree roots, crashing waves and sedentary rocks stabilized
Earth screams
Sun permeates
Moon cries
Fire wild
Purging the coating
Over our three eyes
© 2012
–E as Poetlove Water