Poem By: Billy Alsbrooks
We are all just emotional veterans
Our souls in wheelchairs longing for the limbs of yesterday
Somehow we think,
if we can just find another IED to chew on
The explosion will put us back together
Life has gone South
My compass can’t seem to find North
I’m going East on West Ave
On wrong paths making right turns
Looking up as I’m going down
But the confusion, in some way, makes sense
Have you ever been lost?
Did the way find you, or did you find it?
More people wear the shoes of fear than Nike
But what do the adopted know about parenting?
Mono minds love to stereo type
Those with no clarity see others in high definition
High definition must be seen with the ears
So hear the warning
Surf the waves of sound and hear the warning
Our hearts belong to thieves
But the thieves were at least honest
Honest about their intentions
Hurt people end up hurting others
Thus we are all descendants of brokenness
Betrayal ran deep
Deep in the veins of our ancestors
Therefore, it runs in ours
We’re just a race and people of inherited pain
The ones who say they need nothing
Nothing from us at all
End up taking it all
But what else do you expect from family?
Let us sit down for the stand up comedian
Maybe he’ll say something about our Jada
Maybe we too can Rock our Will Smith attitude
Then we can all apologize for life slapping us
I’m in a car of bitterness
Driving through a parking lot
A parking lot full of the past
Maybe there’s a spot up front?
Can you find an empty space in us?
I don’t want to get towed
But O’ how silly
How silly is the humor in our truth?
Parking stickers for the emotionally disabled…