SPRING, FLOWERS AND SUMMER

SPRING, FLOWERS AND SUMMER The mornings I’d greet with great yawns and thoughts of no mourns in our streets and homes whilst Mother Earth looked so fertile, though with flesh eyes I couldn't see her womb nor intestines The warmth of my heart was felt through my smile It tracked and attracted lonely souls far apart, in reaching distance and miles, that can never be measured in numbers We’d all celebrate spring, flowers and summer Now I neglect and have left those close who’ve left by deaths of their siblings and mammas and those who remain in strain with only their papas who used to use, accuse and abuse their mammas their homes, restrooms and bedrooms are now stages of true life dramas Now I celebrate spring, flowers and summer My seeds, my kids in my city are homing streets …a single thought in a lifetime unlike a normal child, your child or my child that has wishes and dreams but they seek food in filts and bins the hurt they feel and felt is not different from the hurt they feel in their stomachs but still I celebrate spring, flowers and summer I’ve been told knowledge is power but how come power corrupts Have I grown to be too numb and blind to even feel and realize I’ve lost my heart and my sight As the world turned around we smiled and just tried to get by some made it survived, some... some still try, to stay alive From the 1st of September… onwards, It’s going to be spring, flowers and summer