Within a father’s heart is the expectancy for his child to grow, mature, and to become.
– Bishop Clinton Foster
Those hit with clubs return,
But those hit with justice never comes back.
Behind see through walls I exist.
Living life, as if life is this,
Demeanor so emotionless,
And barricaded in your midst.
The distance that I’ve placed between us
Doesn’t mean I cannot speak.
I wear this sheild for I am weak.
I take on life from days to weeks.
From months to years I’ve walked a path that no man dares to tread.
Barricaded in my head are thoughts not easily forgotten,
Loves that turned out toxic,
And a voice that says I’m forgiven;
Situations ended and opportunities I’ve missed
Are placed out of this barricade,
I don’t bother with foolishness.
I turn away.
Lost behind see through walls,
Barricaded behind good intentions.
To seek to understand one must pay attention
To the truth that lies behind the suface.
Mistakes are roads to purpose and I never tread lightly towards a risk;
My steps are firm and pace is brisk,
Barricaded I exist,
Racing towards a destiny of culminated thoughts.
My invisible box is necessary;
An unopened gift,
Wrapped in royal garments.
Trapped in this confinement
I’m barricaded in silence for a reason.
Inspired by Njiba Kasonga
Children see your truth
Even things you hide from friends.
Evil gets exposed.
Keep a child from love,
And his blood is on your hands.
Hold your child’s mistakes.
Even after growth,
A scorned woman can drown her
Children in her tears.