#NaPoWriMo Day 01 

She can barely stand now,

Six months and her belly is already weighing her down

How do I look into her eyes and tell

I got no money for her or the baby

I see the mirror and on that side stands a man

His hand gently placed over the swollen belly of his wife

He looks worried and happy all at the same time

One glance at me, he walks away from the picture

whispering I will do it for them.

 A night

A fire,

An accident later

Facing the mirror now I stand,

Alone, no wife, no child to accompany

No man on the other end just me

But with scars, and a face painted white and red

Labeled the mad man

  Now I stand to make the world

The trick of my circus

Wait till you hear my joke

Wait till you hear my laugh.

-Joker

Spilling down the drain

is the urine of a vagrant across the street.

Thankfully the rain 

washes the stench away,

as it beats down too on my umbrella

whose skeleton has given way

and whose real purpose is to produce shade.

Oh how I wish there was sun today!

As an old woman tries to shelter discreetly

Up draws a taxi

with a driver who makes it a rule

to heckle every little girl going to school.

"Famalaaaaay!" Where you going?

Hurry up and jump in."

Cue automatic beast face.

Maintain.

Ignore everything he has to say.

Focus on the people behind you arguing.

"Smally! doh forget tuh pay!"

1am.

"Hey are you up?"

" Yup."

"Did you sleep?"

"Huh?"

What is sleep?

I pondered

as I tried to keep 

my eyes open

hoping

that I may reach my due date

and not be late

for the zillionth time.

But I keep getting distracted.

(my brain won't shut up)

won't focus.

(feel like I should get injected)

So I feel up my coffee cup

and

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

9am.

Shit. I'm late.

Oh wait!

I didn't click save!

Push on

Falling does not matter

Neither is being stuck

Go take a breathe.r

A sigh. A scream. A whatever

But come back later

Push on

because your ambitions are not yet enough

so you have to be tough

and find the drive

to survive.

Don't let them become but dreams

because you decided to give up and leave

whatever may be in your way

find another way.

Never forget to

Perhaps it is not universal as all that

to be black

but more so to be hip hop

or

"all natural"

or 

rough and tough

or

glorified kinky curl

or

independent diva

or

gangsta

....

etcetera.

Perhaps what is more universal is to be

publicly confused,

abused and desensitized

to the laughter of the rest of the world

as they pretend to have respect for you

when all they want to do is "adopt" you,

be politically correct 

as they continue to neglect

the majority

More and more the sky boasts of ts majesty and power

every evening at 2

it seems as if everything does not matter

as for an entire half hour 

the sky changes anew

and the world stops

while our backs are turned

not noticing the moon stealing the sun's light