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Kwasi
Agbottah © 2005
But by your grace, I've grown
through the years,
grown through some fears I thought I'd
never leave behind!
reminding me of me
before I met you,
let you change me into this
strange version of me
I'm learning is the real me,
bearing fruit
after its seed and I'm now
willing to be the change I want to see
in others, trying to be the catalyst,
instead of living life seeking the average
I can't because eternity yearns to be
birthed within me, and travelling on this journey
has me loving and learning the me that
you've created, formed before the mountains.
it amazes me knowing that we're related
your greatness inspires me to find great in me
oftentimes it's seen in my dependency
on your power to deliver me
I can't change reality, but I change my reactions
to the sickness all around surrounding me like a disease
and you humble me to my knees and then you
set my mind at ease and I just want to see you pleased
because this planet's just a phase, and you'll get the glory anyway
at the end of all our days
everything started with a concept
then like, "let there be light,"
action put thought to flight
words
organized
to form a statement mouth gave birth
we made it.
out of the graveyards of
green dreams deferred spoken word is like
breaking free, lyrically absurd it be sometimes
but i'm still glad to be given the choice
to give my subconsciousness a voice
to speak light into the darkness,
and put my mouth where my heart is
the hardest part of loving my brother
is seeing life through the eyes of another
caught up in his frustration,
watching his unbirthed self-realization
go up in smoke
oozing out the corners of his mouth
but unable to follow it
so in desperation,
he tries to swallow it
float with it, fly with it
get high with it
but his bloodshot eyes can't see
the painful irony
that his high is the very thing
chaining him to the ground
locking him behind the bars of his fallen nature
asking the bartender for one more drink,
one more try,
one more chance to fly
inevitably to crash down
needing more
more needy than before
if only he could see
who it really be
behind that table of compromise,
feeding his lusts
and itching ears,
drowning his cries for help
in liquid fears
and years of complacency
only he can make him see
what he really be
come.
23 year graduate student in Delaware
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