For Schizophrenia And Miss Caroline Flocka Ewing (Sunshine From Darkness!) Poem by Nate Tulay

I stole my smile
with my own negative thoughts,
I tricked my eyes
with my own false images,
I impaired my reasoning
with my own false correlations,
but like Maya and my ancestors,
I
too
have
RISEN.

Why did my own spirit trouble me?
Why did my own hypocrisy irritate me?
Why did my own compassionate nature sadden me?

Did I go mad because I was
living like an irrational ape? ?
Or was it because of my potential?

Did my own thoughts challenge me?
Did my own beliefs shatter me?
Why did I go mad again?

Didn't I know like Maya
and my ancestors
I
too
would've
Risen?

Didn't I know like dough with yeast
my words would've Risen?

I might have preserved my life
by tying up my own tongue,
I might have woke myself again from
altering the chemicals within my own brain,
I might have nurtured myself into
a friend with all of my little wily tricks,
but like Christ on the third day,
these words have risen.

And like Maya and my ancestors,
you
all
will
Fly.