All I Wanted

Got that resume on hand
That enthusiasm momma always told me to have
Opened up and vulnerable, he said to me:
"No, son boy, you're not qualified."
When all I wanted
Was to be what I wanted to be

Got that pen & paper on hand
Gonna write me an essay as a prelude to a free summer
Determined and nervous, he said to me:
"No, son boy, you don't get a pass."
When all I wanted
Was to be what I wanted to be

Got that I.D card on hand
Another day of work and a chance to go places
Crafty and ambitious, he said to me:
"No, son boy, you're not fit for the role."
When all I wanted
Was to be what I wanted to be

Got that passport on hand
Gonna fly to the ends of the Earth to start fresh
Dreaming and scared shitless, he said to me:
"No, son boy, you just won't cut it here."
When all I wanted
Was to be what I wanted to be

'Pith' Concept Poem

I'm clamping these crimson fists together

I've wrought much agony tonight

The pain, the wanting, the de facto nature;

The individual grasped, the identity in sight

The burning need of independent thought

Inhibited, bridled only by the living of her

This will make for a dream of dreams

A maniacal quality unheard of by most

Unsought of by most, if not all

Unsound, if even ethically stark in its quality

Matricidal intent is ubiquitously forsaken

But my desire is, in exchange, all for the taking

It was but wracking to muse;

The lover and the giver in me strongly refused

But nature prevailed and though my sanity's since sailed

A world's weight was instantly loosed from my shoulders

At the snuff of a light, the passing of one's pain

That whom birthed a sheltered life then razed by my hand

The soothsayers, the playwrights, the poets

They all shyly wrote, all timidly spoke, all penned this stage;

A child snuffing the mother and, oh in its bitterness

The child thus reborn, at the bloody loss of the mother

I broke the chain, and carved my path that beckoned to me;

I've set myself irrevocably, veritably free