Poem: Happiness+Unusual

Jā Corbett-Sparks
By Jā Corbett-Sparks The Black Lens

Imagine trees

Imagine the breeze

Imagine

watching the river flow through your bare toes. Your breathing quickens, chest rising

Falls under

pressure

Under pressure…your choices don’t dictate you the way they once did.

But

You still.

Keep calm….child the storm is far from over

Keep calm….men the pain is still much closer

My ladies I’m with you but…

Just know your ways still confuse me like I’m back in middle school

Sitting down at the lunch table

Waiting for the bizarre combinations turned sweets turned symphonies to our ears like the school bell ring at the end of the day.

But wait

I’m grown now

I have my own now

I have to WANT to have my own now.

After years of being in a team am I really on my own?

Wow

Yeah this a…

this is a problem

Such unusual matters had been deemed unconstitutional

But.

we all.

have seen it ignored before.

So why not now?

Such words had been dubbed ignorant and inaccurate.

But we LIVE to love a Lie

So who gives a damn?

I did at one point

I DID at one point.

I lived, I fought, I died in what I HID at one point.

Like they don’t understand.

Not I, Not They, Not You…

Not Him, Not Her…

Nor Dollar or Cent can’t write the letter better.

You can’t speak soul into a skeleton, once we give flowers to the corpses.

I understand it now.

I’ve been bleeding a beautiful shade of black…

…And no matter how much I carve my name in the mountain…

it will remain untouched.

I guess I’m unseen.

I guess because I’m unsure.

Unsure of what unfortunate circumstance led to the birds singing oh so early.

Never forgetting the words of the dead.

They make for interesting conversation.

Telling each story, living each experience.

Taking every loss, hitting every wall,

Running too far from home…

Doesn’t it make you happy?