Resurrection Song (Poem)

She threw dirt on my name like I was a dead body.                                                                       But clearly not even a open grave can stop me.

She didn’t realize the dying in my eyes fighting to stay alive, never knew she had to pay. And not pay with money, I mean pay me by looking funny.

Confirming the truth.                                                                                                                             That’s not a chicken in a coup, that’s me looking for food.

I don’t mean to come off rude, that’s not how I wasn’t raise to do.                                             But the years I’ve created with my own thoughts have raised me too.

Now I’m a crazy fool.

Fighting for freedom damaged and unhooked writing books hoping somebody will read ’em.

Knowin’ no one can steal a word, mine are like organs I need ’em. Like organs they make my music. It was often not breathin’

But it’s a new season, no its not I’m on a California beach.                                                           I’m taking with me it’s consistency and applying it to my own weather.                                   No matter if I’m here or back home in New York’s face it’s…                                                       Pure and sure my spirit is never alone.

I found Ahnu she was lost in my addictions, but I came to her…. I know she wouldn’t answer if I had called…. -Written by Hrsh Reyalitee 





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