The Miseducation....

The revolution will be seen

When will my freedom ring?

Maybe Kendrick Lamar is the brain Tupac knew he would spark

That could change everything

My aspirations are materializing

I desire the finest of things

Disappointing that people think those are only designer things

Lately my mind has been stuck on things

The underground work on my soul that will go unseen

The underlying hope of my heart

Is that love does finally conquer greed

Hatred is spewed

People devour the devil’s food

But how can I preach peace when even I, myself, possess an attitude?

Because I am flawed

Every cut of me hasn't been properly polished

I love the imperfections

I pray to God that I’m always evolving

Would never want my lust for challenges to be forever demolished

By the damages of the trauma that plague my post partum

I manage it so I’m equally solaced

Product of the impoverished

Still no excuse for acceptance of mediocrity

I’m so curious to discover literally

Where, specifically, does your soul rest peacefully?

Or is it always tortured and tormented

What is your POV?

When will my freedom ring?

I’ve seen things my father will never see

So it’s just destiny that the revolution will also be seen

Maybe I am the brain that God knew could change everything

Maybe it’s you

Why can’t it be all of us?

Maybe, just maybe, the change is inside of trust!

Lately, just lately, we're only in love with lust

But it’s empty infinitely

And it’s drowning us

I don’t want to just stay afloat

I want to make it back to land

Make it back to a place that honors a man

A place where a woman can feel complete

A place not motivated to separate you and me!

Dr. King, this is my dream!