Enough Poem by Blaine Strong

Blinding not enough, hands are rough
She called my bluff now why am I lying
Only feeble struck meek for trying
Left upon the table so frail
No voice left inside me
My steadfast dreams long lost memory
Upon faces with lips Scarlett
Skin so pale as to render burns of three degrees
Just upon the very thought of redhot sun
Indeed seperated from my peers
Like the last sluggish boy picked for a game of kickball
Noone wants me around, bitter souls
They feed me insults and rubbish
Of another meme claiming my life's not right
Islam's terror theirs lives dont matter only white
Negros stand oppressed upon ghetto walls
Policeman itchy finger trembling
As if to say, I don't feel safe
Your scarf offends me
Why do your pants sag
What sort of paint are you inhaling from dirty rag
My Caucasian alcoholism left sipping wine from a muddy gutter
Hearing pain from the voice of my mother
The same one who had carried my embryo across the early nineties.
Frustrated because I cannot pray
Angry that night has became day
So that my mortal body sleeps
As I lay in ghosts of sunset
Once bitten, disease ridden
I keep my secrets close to my chest
Luke, the retarded brother of mine remained hidden
All these years until I spat on his face and called him a chubby
My emotions scatter numbly
Across the battlefields of what I was
Or who I am not of who God designed me