One-dering??
One-der if the blue bird resonates at the thought of being
and just where every butterfly came from?
Something that could never be inherent.
How grass is so green with all the blight going on
and how one can still love, with the misrepresentation,
fabrication as the 6 months of newness has died?
And loving becomes just something to do not why we are together?
One-der on which is the best fit and looks good,
as waves of laughter charge the air.
Just to wonder more as to when or why two souls meet
on cluttered streets of pain and passion.
How muted skies bring forth such spiritual guidance
that leads us to church on Sundays
only to take for granted that we would be forgiven,
just cause we asked and it was promised.
How the drama became the babies mamas
and not the fact daddy just wanted
to have the fame not responsibility.
Even as each admission came from a dream deferred.
One-der why Ebonics became our excuse for ignorance;
while “booty-luscious” and” bling” would become proof;
verifiably in the Webster’s dictionary,
that we know not enough but just a sufficient amount
to prove no point for our retribution and years of loss.
How the crack is no longer and embedded imperfection
of work that needs done but a verification
of death soon to come and I shall rise forever and ever?
One-der how fam, sis and bro, became equal to
and not the true meaning of what we sought
from others that our true family, sisters and brothers
could not bestow.
How a daughter became a bitch and son a pimp
before they could read and walk
and how a caged bird always sings till it is set free.
One-dering still wondering,
as one listens to voices from what surrounds,
a gossip or lie, then see that life is just
what is given back and forth, all from one, wondering.
