He was never perfect BUT constancy BETTER

Better is the word

Used in the mixture

Of a confused mind

On the road to perfection

But what is the reasoning

Behind my dissatisfaction

Of a man not made

For perfection

And had demons like

World rest

That my child like existence

Refuses the growth

Of solid food meaning

To forgive and forget

For a man that

Constancy was his better

For my abandonment perfection

That he never left

And tried to get my

Better and not seek

My perfection of brokenness

Prayer: a simple hello

How do I fathom words

Into sentences in the

Crisis of my thoughts

To the Holy of holy’s

And formulate it

To dignify the capacity

Of my words justification

In need of something

Greater than myself

And in collision of

Mind vs Spirit

Case in point to the

Creator of the universe

How do I make known

My presence to Him

In the simplicity of my being

Hello Father

 

A Pikin to a Mother

There are no songs

To describe her

The bravery to have

A child in a cultured society

The shame and indignity of it

The danger of my last breath

Each night was the torture

Of her existence

The love she found

In my tiny eyes

And the courage to fight

For a life she knew

Was worth something

Her prophetic gifting to see

My life play out in the

Grace of God and

The willingness to give up

Every last penny for my

Health and future

Ignoring the sound of her

Empty stomach

She is the rock on which

My foundation was built on