Your mind is like an eraser

You try get rid of your mistakes

But your body is a catalyst to disgrace her

Your mom, she cleans your soul with a thousand rakes

You take it for granted

Life without death

It seems so sweet but yet so slanted

the reality of breathing a limited breath

Inhale, exhale

Out goes life, death comes in, the
coffin

The wooden box awaits to take you to hell

Don’t be afraid of the chuckles and the laughin’

It’ll be too late to pray when the maggots have left a trail

Time is fast, but you were a snail

You’ve ran out of chances you were not livin’.

I am the one who I choose

I am the one whose soul is not sold

I am a thinker who knows not to lose

I am the personality which I mold

I am the solution seeker

I am the one who wants mother nature in full galore

I just want seeds of love reaped in her

I am a soldier in a race war

I am a listener to others’ thoughts, concerns or opinion

I am a painting, brushed by God’s hands

I just want a world safe enough to have my children in

I am a grain of sand living with the masses from other lands

I am a survivor of the pain that had left us insane

I forgive those who hurt me

I am the thoughts which float through my brain

I give my heart to those who loved me

I give thanks to the believers

I give nothing to those who slept when blood flowed in the rivers.

I was walking in downtown Los Angeles when a homeless man approaches me. No, scratch that, he wasn’t much of a homeless man but more of a crack addict who looked for trouble and money. He was of an average height and had a stench of mustard and raw pickles. He looks at me with his red lava eyes surrounded by green mucus crust; he then slightly yells “Ey man you got some moneys!” I respond with a simple “no”. Even before I finish saying that- BOOM- he clumsily grabs a rusty knife from his underwear, of all places, and holds it with his callous covered hands. While he holds the knife towards me he says “Man you is gonna die today if you doesn’t give me yo moneys.” Keep in mind this is the second time he misuses a plural. I did not want to be mean the first time he misused a plural, but the SECOND gaffe was redundant and unbearable to my Shakespearean ears (that means i’m accustomed to eloquent speech when I am spoken to). I had to correct this innocent animal with a basic English lesson. I explained to this savage with the following: “Listen MAAAN… or however you primates speak in this jungle you need to begin to speak like a civilized human being aaaand theeen I might give you some money for your endeavors. You got that?” As a sort of expectation of mine he says “What you talkin’ bouts willis juss gimme the money or I kill yous.” I had had it at that point and yelled in his face “It is only one of me why do you keep misusing your plurals goddammit!” The man, now backing away, says “Man you have issues.” I calmed down despite his remark because “Alas! You have finally used a plural correctly! Now just to be clear you do mean I have more than one issue and you’re no longer misusing that plural? Correct?” He says “No I mean you have one issues the issues of plurals.” That is when I gave up on humans and became a homeless man and screamed to the man before me “YOU KNOW WHAT TAKE MY MONEYS AND MY CLOTHESES AND MY SHOESES AND TAKE MY LIFES EVEN THOUGH I HAVE ONE!” So the man takes everything from me and stabs me and leaves me dead on the sidewalk. NARRATOR: THE HOMELESS MAN FINISHES STABBING THE PRETENTIOUS MAN WHO THOUGHT HE COULD CHANGE THE HOMELESS MAN’S LANGUAGE AND SAYS “ MANS, I ONLY WANTED 5 DOLLARS FOR A CRACKS ROCKS.”
The end