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 oblivion and fade 

being alive each day is a battle of the fittest 

if you eventually die, it may not be fated 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

8:45am

17 Mar 2026