A Method Mad

Take a trip my sweet lip
is on the cusp of some lit
light I take a handsome fit
upon this soil you split.

Ghetto is dieing cried up
is a soldier upon this rut.
Took too long to get to me;
time we have is not enough.

I’m a step in certain direction
lit up with light I display
no look could all affection
rip eyes into all your dismay.

I know your salty images
of how this earth stabbed all
that you hold dear inside
and make the rafters all fall.

You have tasted the sea for
the thirst that drives steam
upon your soft skin gentle
you have felt my eyes glean.

Stand up child and climb
this ladder we try to find.
Leave all that it is behind
feel understanding mine.

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