writing lab

It is written that
every daughter who
posses an inheritance in any tribe of children
Shall be wife unto the family…
Though faceless
shameless
And nameless
I was once some one’s daughter
Yet, I have no inheritance
Nor allegiance
My people
Burned life on both
Ends
Trite and bright
They clutch street corners
As desperately
As sallow ladies
and coin purses
engulfed in darkness.
Light only
offering a glimmer
of hope for
one at the expense
of another.
Iconic and ironic.
There is no gray!
Needle pricks dubbed oil wells
in pit of elbow,
top of fore arm
and
‘tween toes
splashed with
Indian ink tramp stamps
replace tribal marks.
Drunken stupors and
opium induced nods
shade lucidity;
transcending
dreams dancing horrifically
with my nightmares
which astound.
Even during waking hours.
I have no blood line that
stretches
to any time
other than
mine.
And my choices have
erased the inkling
of my existence.
I have a covenant with G.O.D.
I ride
STRAPLESS
And I won’t complain.
Topless
Without
brakes
we speed through
Intersections
carelessly, courageously.
I gulp down
ill bred fear
inconsiderate
of reality.
I have a covenant with
G.O.D.
who loved
everyone whose
ever loved me
more than me
as justification to take them away from me.
I have a covenant with
G.O.D
and I don’t ask questions
I’ve seen curiosity
choke the clandestine
certainty
Of the smarted cat
And I won’t be made an example.
I have a covenant with G.O.D.
whose Grace, Opportunity and Destiny
allows me to ride
Even when I don’t understand the journey,


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not sure what i'm going to do with this, but it was a fun exercise..