I am not offered the luxury of time

I am not offered the luxury of time

Not offered the luxury to shine

Sub-prime; I’m blinded by the grind that swallows my attempt at ordinary

At normalcy

My attempts at trying to be average

Wish I had the opportunity

To be full of childish leisure

Opportunity to change gratifying pleasures

But rather my smile of amusement is seized with crippling

Seizure of remembrance

Stifling images of impasses

From clad demonstrative shouts

Of me and neglect

I am past the point of reflecting

I am at the point of reflexing

Suggesting that the “isms”

Of the world be the reason

That the world scowls at my image of unfocused potential

Unwrapped talent

Dormant possibilities

Unleashed

I am feeling like I'm running a 100 years dash

500 years behind the gun shot of go...

I sneer at the misnomer

I conveniently hear the sabotaging forces say,

They got you calling life is the game

Got you relating it to chess moves

But I am figuring life

to be more like war

feel like a soldier

a warrior

I can feel Senegalese

and Zulu warriors blood

flowing through my veins

I don't know about you

pimpin but I'm engaged

In intellectual warfare...

I know damn well that

Ain't shit about war fare

Got you intensely attentive

To sensuous bigoted

Acts of defenseless and

Submissive thoughts

They got you on the 5 year

Lay away plan

Laying away 5 years of income

While they are in think

Tanks 5 miles under the

Sum total of your thoughts... (pause)

I am not afforded the luxury of time

Not afforded the luxury to shine

I'm to busy engaged in

Intellectual warfare

Diata

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