it’s easy to have an opinion
hard to express it
most times more advantageous to repress it
but wiser to address it
maybe it just all depends on context,
and how you dress it
because every truth is truthfully a confession
and I prose cons,
as a con, prone to probe cons
to prove pros of my own con
and those of my own kind
not to con with prose
but to expose the pros of a con
to understand,
you’d have to adjust to the posed conscience
using the proper tense
since,
I’m primarily known as a con,
but regardless of the knowledge I tote
I can’t vote,
I can only spew or create my own quotes
uttered from fingers
acting as vibratos from an impassioned throat!
and all of my opinions would be for not
if it wasn’t for those
believing my voice could reach a lump sum
my support team is my platform
my microphone
my blow horn!
my confidence boosters
and proof that there are hearts I call a home
I write poignant prophetic painful and political poems
but it’s not just about reconciling with America’s wrongs
I can still recognize the beauty emblazoned
within ones uploading each poem and song
editing, advising, networking, affirming and
revitalizing resources
marriageable to belief in me
during my freedom divorcement
many women whose actions
resound like deep voices!
far-out hippie house music savants,
monastery masters of discernment
evolving DJ’s from the vinyl days
to the electric waves
and Jersey shores
environmentally conscious publishers
and site creator’s alike for their heart sakes
folk and indie vibes
socially conscious types
with hearts that reach inside
I would be but a voice in a sea of hungry captives
and my words just mere ad-libs
but my opinion has a platform
in people who put their time where their heart is
so whenever I get overly hopeless and dystopic
I know just where my spark is
to those who will come to know my voice
and to those that hear
and have yet to truly know my voice
I’d be voiceless
if it wasn’t for those that got to know me
by knowing my voice
and allowed it a kind of priority
believing that impact would happen
once you knew the voice
it’s an internal thing
like energy attracts, the heart pulls the strings
PS my favorite tv show the voice
and my dream is
speaking in creative streams
that capture pictures like Polaroids
so you can grasp empowerment
in place of what had only shown a void
but I couldn’t do it without my
collaborative challenging cheering confident collection
of conscious compassionate cause-compatible convoys
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