The Wrong Way To Go Poem by Cardel Hunte

I was on meh way to dee nearest club, bar or someplace to hang when this voice whisper to me that i goin wrong, but nevamind that i was determined to have some fun until i look up and there was no sun, but neva mind that dee club was right eound dee turn until i see the preacha comin in me direction, so i start holdin mah head and cryin out foh pain so when he ask i'll say a terrible migrane. he look at me twice and say dee clinic is ova dee road stop by it on yuh way.peacefully cuttin dee act of a heavy migrane i hurried down to the club yet again! but this time to meh suprise, locked doors shut soo tight and a big sign sayin open till friday night.no more determination, excitement or fun....but thinking back i know a place where it all had begun where the filling up and lifting up was always around and where the presence of god is still found.so i turned all the way back around, back into the house of god, not for a prize gift or something strong but just for a dose of true redemption.