Doctors confined
Inside the same open sore wounds
That they bandage up but never heal;
A Mother’s weary heart confined
Inside the knowing that the Devil’s playground
Is the only recreation that this community can afford.
God confined to a myopic dream,
Settles indifference smuggled into His creation
As a result of the humanity trying to fly too close to the sun
With no experience of the lightness that comes with being humbled.
A single mother confined
To the ultra sounds murmurs of her child
Saying prayers that will never surface;
Because the ga-ga goo-goos are a chanting mechanism and not just gibberish,
But who will bend an ear low enough to recognize the sweet hymn?
A prisoner confined
To the knowledge of freedom
That he can only share with God
Because it’s not the bars that suffocate
But the distance of the stars I had to navigate
To find my purpose and know what worth is
To make a man clas his hands in service and you think
He praying but no words surface,
He’s just listening to God’s heart within his grasp…
The message is clear;
This ain’t livin’
If the keys you’re reachin’
Only enforce one side of the prism;
Cause every cell is empty
Until you adjust the lenses
And see that angels dance to a convict’s heart rhythms…
