I Could Do It!
Now I can not tell you of my first memory. It may have been remembering heaven as a baby. I bet no one can. But I can tell you the first thing I remember now. I was about three years old. I was the youngest in our family of five and I knew they were my homies, my cronies, but that is not a memory is it?
We lived in an old Victorian type, large home in Maryland. I remember running up to the back porch and climbing up on to the porch next to the stairs (there were three steps). I did this purposefully. I wanted to see if I could get on the porch without using the steps. I was successful! I was so proud. It wasn't as easy as the stairs but I didn't care. I got up there! I think that back then, an angel must have put the idea in my little head. It taught me a great lesson about there being more than one way to skin a cat.
this won't end well.
i'm telling you
it won't.
and i know that because
right when i placed my pen
onto my paper,
it drew a picture.
a picture of death.
now, i've never seen death.
i've never looked it
straight in the eye
and said
"fuck you"
i wish i could've though.
i wish i could've spoken
to the one thing
people fear most.
i wish i was brave enough
to be fearless
and daring.
i wish i wasn't scared of death.
now i told you
this won't end well.
because i know when it ends,
death will be there
picking up the pieces
of the heart he broke
and sowing them to his wall.
his wall of
the lovers.
next to the wall
of the loved.
and if there were
no hearts to pick up.
he would've taken the dead
to his other wall
the unloved.
and i know this won't end well.
because i know exactly
which wall i'm ending up on.
this won't end well.
i'm telling you
it won't.