The wind of pain, passed through the strands of my hair today! Blowing ever so heavily; almost cracking my skull with its trail! Even as it blew, it brought tears to my eyes, causing my concerned tears to run to dry hollow ground...
Hollow, parched ground that is filled with the tears of mothers expecting the death confirmation of their lost sons! Blood of the innocent souls that has crossed the keepers of death...death to minds, death to hearts, and death to life!
I deem it "Trade"...on this hill is where you can find the everyday ghetto living...strife, hustle, and the lost!!
But within the stench of rotting minds, dying hopes & shot dreams...life twinkles!
The trade is the most killing, but sometimes funny thing that you can witness...
It's like this...Black youth; sit a char-na, smoke ah joint...in pure bliss of the indo sites a thing ack-rass de road..."pssst....sisteren....wha gwan!!! (in loud, slurred language) yuh luk hott uh kno!...gimme ya num-ba nah!?
She looks across...looks right through him...turns her head again just in time to stick her hand out to the approaching van; destined for her stop, and the continuation of her ongoing life, steps in....and drives away...
"Ya dutty face ho!! shouting; i did-din wha ya n e way!!....
I often think what that look meant when girls give them!? But i found that out today...You see, when they turn, in the direction of the statement!!! they see...NOTHING!! yea..they see nothing! they know that they are hearing something... but when they turn to respond...they see nothingness in being, the emptiness of their mind, the non-existence of their future...so they appear..."invisible" to hopes eye!!
I'm sure most ladies can attest to that fact!!
Continuing on...Black youth, sits and Trades, stands and TRAdes, walks and TRADES!!! HE's PROMPT IN WAKING UP EVERY MORNING AND TRADING HIS PRICELESS SOUL, FOR WEED, SEX, AND FAST CASH!!!
WASTE!! WASTE!!! WASTE!!!!...can't they hear!! can't they hear the cries of those very souls that make up the ground that they walk on, the very souls that fought and died for their freedom, fought and died, and died and fought to free them of the shackles that they were destined to wear! Only to "TRADE" it for mental shackles...the worst kind of slavery...
KILL THE MIND!, but keep the body strong...
All demented, by false hopes, and farfetched dreams! only possible in the days and times of the low, red eyed wonderment and foggy thoughts of the "best time"...charred lips, that utter more NOTHINGNESS into the air, only to confuse and to offset...like the hazy winds they blow, from their lungs!!!
Blood runs hot again!!! even the cold, coagulated blood of ages past, RUNS HOT AGAIN!! boiling in anger & grief....
"ah las ba-ckle" they cry... "ah las ba-ckle, fu meh youth pun de char-na, he jus ah wait-en fu massa pick am h-up! all de fight me a fight...all meh blood wha run h-out h-am meh bady fuh me youth!!
AH LAS BA-CKLE!!!!
These are the thoughts i get, when i'm high on life, high on my future, high on..."de hill"...looking down on the valley of lost souls!!!....
Who's going to bring them home? Who's going to see them go right...i can tell you who...the bawling mothers would see them go "right" to the cemetery...where they're "home" to a lost eternity.
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