WHEN TOMORROW DIED YESTERDAY
It died yesterday, yes, our dreams did compounded belief resting on a solo shoulder that bleed a terrible weight pulls more than gravity “a show of shame” says alacrity our hands tied, noose on our necks rendered stark naked on colossal cold deck our captors feasting with no falling crumbs we, already belle-ful with lumps our drools feels like a zapped energy dirges in our head, our forehead shows elegy our days are not numbered, nano seconds are a luxury smeared each days with different injuries we sought out that which is already lost frozen in time like a frost that which is gone has left without a trace you can’t catch up, no matter your pace our dreams chose the wrong fetus insane country, sad generation, our status it then feels like this black skin is a proverbial curse being born a black man, is already your loss our tomorrow died yesterday with no bade our dreams go into...
