I let my brain rain on a page so my thoughts can be replayed, right hand dance the led away between these lines i feel no pain, whiteout no pink erase, sharpie tongue lyrics engraved, lies paint a pretty picture when the truth ain’t on display, the volume ain’t too honest when the bass gets in the way the speakers keep on knockin while the music’s pumpin veins, how a song can last forever but the mood is still the same?, How can you change the player but the rules never unchanged?, Real life can be so ugly bloody tears fall from a face, Guilty conscious still be with you eventhough you changed your name, Ain’t no second tomorrow just another route that you can take, Laying in bed wishing that sober never came, Eyes closed but you aren’t dreaming cuz the brain is still awake, To you i am a stranger cuz u can’t decode expressions on my face, Im feeling like i knew you through yo eyes fuk your name, I got x-ray vision so all my haters look the same, I was born to text a message that made a hater crack a smile, feeling some type of way, Paste my message with no copy, evidence without the ink could never be a case, They hear my voice on the scanner, but can never see my face, America’s most wanted, my profiles a blank page, My vocals cant even find me, as i whisper in the shade, My shadow be so bright, cuz i was born where its grey get my verbs from my temple, and my breath from the bay, My mouth be my pistol , if my lungs cock back, my tongue is blowin brains.
If you could close a ringing phone maybe the answer would be home , if you could open under a floor maybe the stand would be a soar, if you could wake the sleeping dead maybe sleep would be life unfed, if you could make the money free maybe free would create the fee , if you could float while you fly maybe the fly would lower the high, if you could break the broken maybe broken would crack the open , if you could sit on top of air maybe air inside out would bare, if you could purchase the bought maybe the bought would cost a sought, if you could give away the loan maybe the loan would lease the own , if you could read the listen maybe the listen would type the risen.
Change requires progress…
Progress requires movement…
Movement requires motion…
Motion requires devotion…
Devotion requires commitment…
Commitment requires a task…
The task comes with responsibility…
Responsibility comes with accountability…
Accountability resolves liability…
Which is the modification of-
True ability… Confirmation; A
Number of factors remind accessibility…
By: iretta hightower 11/05/2020
Poor little black boy he’s the victim’s son, His father lays dead under the misters gun, He doesn’t know rather to cry or run, The entire neighborhood watches in stun. He saw the whole scene so his mind is numb, The suspect in the crime he trust, Drives away in a police car uncuffed, His uniform means that the crime is just, The boy gets instructed to remain quiet and tough, Dependent of a black man portrayed violent and rough, Neighbors marching rioting with signs that read enough, of the system treating them like minorital dust, Laws not abided by those who are corrupt, Dream of what the boy inspired to be are now on disrupt, The thought of being an officer brings disgust, now the sight of a badge makes his emotions erupt, Not one positive thought pertaining will construct, this family tries to be up lifting but have no luck, His goal is revenge and its fueled with lust, Riding pass the killers house by bus, Haaunted by flashbacks of that bullets thrust, That pierced his fathers body by gut, Vengeance for such violent pain is a must Lying in his pool of blood reminded when he sees punch, A case that never even was reviewed by a judge, Remains in a file in a cabinet with growing rust, He graduates college leaving with his degree and a grudge, Hired by the government part of politicalclubs, Promotions lead him closer until he has no one above, Possessing the power to where when and what, well respected and popular and socially the buzz, learns that daddy’s killer now has cancer in his lungs, makes arrangements for the killer’s VIP invitation to brunch, later they’d discover his vehicle with a body in the trunk, but it wouldn’t be him the boy that’s now a man had reserved some fun, terroe and anxiety followed him since young, retired and unhealthy he wouldn’t apologize when he learned of who was, his memory was affected by a driver who was drunk resulting up in a coma at a hospital for six months he woke up to no family, no survivors onle one what was left of his brain dissolved the more he drunk, when the boy told him the story he replied raising his thumb, confused and unaffected starring blank while growing dumb, the boy fell to his knees and started drinking rum, the defeat was over and unknowingly he was running in a race that he had won, feeling like a failure of an equation with no sum.
Calculated premeditation is the sound to your drum but is the music really playing once the hands become numb, the musician became tense and the grasp to the sticks are undone, only you can still hear it like it’s live on rerun, the room is actually silent, and your past is not unplugged, your only tuning out the present, which impairs what’s really right in front, the lesson here to learn is put away the old, and use the now while its young. Don’t depreciate the value because the time will overcome.
Once it has expired, you will have lost more than once. The boy aged more years than his dad but he wasn’t living so the stories sad, he didn’t value the extra years that he had, no matter how it happened he wasn’t coming back, neither is all the time that he’s grown to surpass, he could’ve help the others who traveled the same path, celebrate all the good and let the karma strike the bad, never surrender all your laugh, for a future you unseen how can you even have a plan?
When we first met you were acute hair in bun, in pajamas on the bed injured couldn’t run, so i tried to help your pain to make it numb, you were ready to heal by taking one, so motivated and determined to get it done, but after that first week we had some fun, you’d double in progress then fell in love, I tried to tell you to focus and put down the rum, i tried to warn you of what would come, you promised every time but then tripled it in sum, but you kept lieng, often playing dumb, when I was empty without refills you were bummed, returning home popping scripts from friends like gum, i watched you slowly breaking like crum, constantly unscrewing my head with your thumb, throwing me against walls with screaming lungs, at times when empty kept you having none, who knew in the morning your youthful life wouldn’t come?, i now sit on your dresser where it all begun, physically empty now you and i are done, that last inside of me dissolved us both at once, you tried to turn my medication into your lunch, which created a lethal dose that would consume you by brunch,
love , Bottles touch Capping dust
IRETTA hIGHTOWER 2020
Fingers tap on the shoulders keys
Can I steal you for a moment please?
In sign language knuckles are begging please!
No answer given by pressure at ease
Hands will forever wait without a feed
The silence breaks allowing force to lead
The fingers attack with muscles in need
Dancing all over suffocating with greed
Answers delivered in notes to read
The combinations result is filled seats
Ears start to smile receiving treat
Tones follow each other in a line so neat
Goosebumps are hatching standing a fleet
Towards the ending audience rise to feet
Hands prepare to shower with a meet
Fingers gather strength for eager repeats
Silence is a battle won worth winning the complete