Standing on the precipice of love,
well, what disguises itself as love
to those who know not
(ignorant/blind to the qualities thereof)
as I was saying…
standing on the edge of inexperience,
misconception, no direction
(subsequently, NO protection) ~
as if we need to protect ourselves…
see,
we be like,
sleep walking
fast talking ourselves into the unknown
but
it don't have to be so
others have gone this way
befo
& lived to tell
about the living hell
inside life's deepest,
darkest well
of that bottomless pit
of the ego trip
the ugly underbelly
of vain glory
(can a sista TELL the story?)
of the flip side
of the joy ride…
the domestic violence
the miseducation
the NON sense
the "BUT I LUV HIM"
syndrome
wheneva he goes upside
yo dome
the neverending nightmare
of PO leece cars
when they sirens blare
wakin neighbors
all times of night
another ghetto nikka fight
& neva wanna let
tha charges stick
can't STAND to be
without tha~dikk…
cycle, vicious
life? HELL!
love? WHAT?
then death…
oh well
we stand upon the precipice of something
that could be everything beautiful
if we would but look
before we leap
into the deep
abyss…
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