Day 25(C2f) Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

not much you can tell me, too much of your advice couldnt help me
no im not interested in aknowledgements or becoming forever wealthy
i would much rather have all of my loved ones remain healthy
i just wanna be there to help you......cause come on.....
don't think you never helped me, you were my strength when i was helpless
i write for theraputic reasons i have no reason to sell this
i was once told a writer should bear no light from his interiors, don't need to tell you how crooked that lie was
had me disrespecting respectable women, on my don imus
who in this world can i trust, my family, my girl, my iris
i just realized shes everything i wish for when i lust
and i heard that was a sin but i'll begin anew if i must
sittin out in the ocean, zone'n..i let my mind rust
forgive me braincells...this blunt is for our freedom
we running from this place, a race wherein they dont need him
but they see him sit on that ship while they leaving
i suppose it brings purpose to their everyday breathing
to see him wake up with a smile, break that down and leave him
thats why i lit that ziggy and proceeded to breathe in
no stress....i wont let myself trip
just fall...im leave'n
.....peace n love to those becoming
as i blow a kiss to jesus and flick ashes to the wind.....
-Kinko Cornell-