Controling..... Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

oh what wood you due
when gender diversity splits
hits you wid the funk
to the back to the sides to the front
and so low?
yeah how low can they get
i ain't got nothing to do widit at all or them all
that's why i open doors regardless
that's why i say nothing to em at all
and gets off the sidewalk to include bypass their presence
especially they colors be the same
doesn't matter
sow ignores em all
do for the youth more and more
erase the majority around me in the physical
while writing and typing thoughts of facts and truths
so i live in other forms nonhumanly
str8 vibrating infinite
too busy putting in work twenty four seven
on that mission
and not your block
rather pixel or the street
IT programming or the dirty
on another level like a rockman and zero should be
sporting sleepism nonstop
social security number
filling space with more classes and courses
adding more languages sublimally
sub
lime
ally
bass thumping shaking limeade juice glassed ice cubes rocking trembles cruising two miles an hour down that ally(echoing)
waiting on the next lecture of the Islands
while studying the Peso as investment on the commodity exchange in Florida be crucial
the principle
be dat same run in with dat page i bee looking at in depth professionally found
dismissing politics and the stage they theater
switching caps
socially engineering conversations like a warm draft inhaled for the twist
the turning rumbling
but der be no flashing
just str8 up action
and i'm controling deeper focused highly estatic electrically empowered exponentially undefined
like the unbearable pane to the spine
unable to birth a picture to be framed or frame me
though yeah frame yourself without no help pass six feet of depth
i don't flirt with nonsense
since dirt teamed up with due silence and big hurt....