unrelenting

To be me

I don't know how to tell you what it's like

its charmed when it's not damned.

21/35/43

All the pressures of the world
And all the things you need to prove
Expectations being hurled
facing them you stand unmoved

Little money being made
So much money that you need
Playing cards are being laid
All the time you're taking heed

Crow's feet are making prints
Grey hair is growing
Back aches are giving hints...
Getting older's knowing.

Madam Zingara

Madam Gypsy knows

How it be,

To be fabled of human:

Abominable

Wild

Dunce

Madam Gypsy sings

Maybe weeps about it

Then gets back

On her rocky way.

Today, like ever before

Nothing like
The token of pale,
The badge of right,

The colour of white.

The curse

Lining the pavement
Like the unfertilized eggs
Of a menstrual bleed
The black man
Seeks work
With the same routine
That opportunity
Denies him

Month after month
New hope but no ticket
With every new batch
That gradually accumulates
Out comes another, expired
Like the densest and darkest
dregs of the cycle.

Man...

Live free of vengeance
Live free of vice

And if you must act on them
Think hard and think twice.