As I navigate incessant noise
Of arguments and gun shots
Racial rants, schemes and political plots
My ears grow weary, bleeding on queue.
The rhetoric and ridiculous notions
Of materialism and mental madness
I need to get away from
An inherent longing to be that butterfly who fleas,
that monarch that travels cross seas and …continents..
On a mission to survive and pass on legacy with beauty and magic
Wishing that those among me would break their silence
And be honest about the state of our affairs
My rage and frustration often met with stares
Ready to rid my soul of this sickness
This dismissive style of dipping and diving
In and out of the spiritual movement
Lacking truth
And putting words to action just to prove it
People playing games
It never ends, it never wanes
We rise above, refuse to live in shame
Hold on to one another and boldly step into the flame.
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