Hurt

HURT
by T. M. Smart

I hurt while watching the morning and evening news
Cause the camera to the world only opens when I'm being pursued
Suspect from ignorant clues
And suspect to negative views

I hurt when the earth has one hurting citizen
And is never given an opportunity for intermittence
And its heaven on earth with hellish days
As I embellish and relish the days of praise
I once received but never gave
How one's perceived my selfish ways
Hesitance led and my body followed
A simple cadence to remember
Sleep walking through hollow sorrow
If rhythm is the key
Will you take the lead and show me a new way to dance
I'm an easy study under watchful eyes
At your discretion I'll take the prize
Cause I'm almost 5 minutes short of 60 minutes
5 nerves short from a loss of inhabitance
1 hour short of a full day
1 minute more and I'll lose pace
Listening to cacophony stutter in ironic speech
Making my thoughts mumble through slurred words
Beware of actions that reflect nerve
In abundance
And not the loving
View I have for you
My people
Hurt
And I hurt
So this is what I do

I hurt when I'm forced to explain this relevance
So, thirty days from the present, what I'll present
Will be our future and what we represent
Will be the equivalent of recognizable pride and Negro etiquette
Compounded to show the virtual elements
Not coded in slang but one thang
This life's embellishments and also mention
Our former life of dementia
Thinking that we live our lives confined to the portrait
Instead of pursuing the abstract way
The picture was morbid
We're African-American so our life is based on extortion
But we work it out thorough mental contortions
This is self-induced therapy addressed every so often
This is what we gotta to
My people
Hurt
And I hurt
And this is what I do

? 2002 Copyright T.M. Smart