Poetry by Pam

Reality can't already be now under so much pressure Distrustful and willful somehow plague the future Even in the light we used to squint to see demands How things changed from a slow past to greedy hands Worse could be said of naivity and rose colored glasses Wolves dressed in sheeps clothing deceiving the masses Now became then while the patient remained hopeful The midst of the journey time told however grateful To not honor the past seemed less than authentic For we started one step at a time until times ended The shame would be for the future in my imagination to discourage dreamers from dreaming in future generations That the light we used to squint to see demands Would change from a learned past into praying hands

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Do black lives really matter? when you rejected our love in favor of sex as if we were some random chicks Do black lives really matter? when money meant more to you as if we could raise our children with just a check Do black lives really matter? when you pass around STDs as if keeping one partner safe isn't enough Is running away how you address all your problems? Running away from the police Running away from your responsibilities Running away from your past Stop running and face your problems like a man Then maybe i'll lay on the ground and sing "We shall overcome" too forget if black lives matter to them they got to first matter to you

Climbing becomes a daunting task Then it seems too much to ask The weight heavy and load borrowed Bestows upon me slow painful tomorrows When it comes time to lighten the load I felt guilty strange powerful bold Weight gone found me in better health And I used that energy to better myself The time I have I don't want to waste For destiny has shown me a better place

A part of me was inspired The other part was scared Sometimes I was too ashamed and tempted but never dared Insecurities ruled the night kept me tamed throughout the day But now the struggle is over I have too much in me to say What was once suppressed cannot be contained What is now the past memories distantly remained Moving forward is now my charge to keep The future awaits its my turn to speak