Tainted Love
By David Rosario
It may be dangerous to tell you my thoughts,
they could be used against me.
Less as for motivation,
and more as a deterrent
or excuse.
My interpretation of things are tainted.
Trust issues,
neglect,
betrayal,
and a broken heart are all the cause.
I’m apprehensive.
Timid,
and scared to love.
But I mask it with false confidence,
and coldness.
Anything to keep me above.
Do you believe me when I say, “I love you?”
Well,
you should.
Cause it’s not a lie.
I’m just unsure if I should show it to you.
A Mother’s Son
By David Rosario
Fists clenched,
blood boiling
as adrenaline rises like smoke from a burning chimney.
Sirens crack through the night air.
Tires screech,
and skid marks are fresh on the concrete.
A mother’s wails could be heard
a mile away.
Her son was just murdered.
Gunned down
savagely
by a monster in uniform.
Her first son.
Her only son.
A glance at the scene shows a white sheet.
Draped over a stiffening corpse.
A fragment of an arm is peering from
beneath the cloth.
The skin appears bruised.
Oily.
Could gas have leaked from this wrecked car?
But a closer examination shows the
striking truth.
This screaming Queen had birthed a
young Black King,
who will never grow
old.
Just when will it stop?
Trust
By David Rosario
I gave you a lot,
more than I care to discuss.
Let you in,
cause there is no trust without us.
I compliment instead of cuss,
surrender
instead of fuss.
But you consider it weak,
and now,
enough is enough.
Should I stay or should I go?
This question echoes continuously in my
empty heart.
It’s not you,
it’s me . . .
such a cliché,
I know.
But if I say it I mean it.
When I say it,
I mean it.
Bear with me, love . . .
I’m traveling down an eerie path.
A bumpy road,
a steep cliff.
And when I reach my destination,
I pray you’re there.
Only if I don’t push you away first.
What Really Counts
By David Rosario
The analytics could never measure,
what really counts,
can’t be counted.
And if you can count it,
it doesn’t count,
all of my struggles are unaccounted.
I used to feel brave hiding my tears,
I was the proudest.
Now every time I see a child in trouble,
get nostalgic.
Got experience I need to share,
got empathy,
I need to care.
Pour the hurt,
then leave it there.
My influence was deep despair.
All the obstacles I’ve overcome,
made me this elite and rare.
Still haven’t reached my peak,
beware,
I pray my people meet me there.
Rose above the accusations,
all were unconfirmed.
Some said I was overrated,
most said I was underlearned.
Made it out the dirt,
I wasn’t comfortable with a bunch of worms.
My haters have a bunch of nerves
if they say this glow is
undeserved!
Our Story
By David Rosario
Every trick was magical,
every attack tactical.
Enslaved us for capital,
their greed was unmatchable.
Their foot was on my neck,
the pain extended to my clavicle.
Caged me like an animal,
my cell was quadrilateral.
They want to eradicate our culture,
they’ve distorted our truths.
Never apologized for all the necks
they forced in a noose.
Diminished our love with division,
we go to war over loot.
We’ve lost touch with our essence,
our source,
and our roots.
We forgot about KMT,
way before we were using vowels.
Back when we were civilized,
before they taught us to be
loose and wild.
I walked in these shoes
for miles,
trying to make the movement proud.
They beat me unconscious,
but I kept fighting,
never threw the towel!
Cry
By David Rosario
“The agony is deep,
My anatomy is weak;
And as far as catastrophe,
My capacity’s increased.
I watched …
As other men imagined me
Deplete.
When tragically,
I couldn’t fathom the
Tragedies beneath.
And the grass isn’t greener
On the other side.
Just look at how my brother died,
That scene still gives me,
Butterflies.
Wish I could’ve hugged,
And said I loved him like
A hundred times.
Tear drops fall,
But my pupils remain stuffed and dry.
I can’t cry,
So cry for me,
Shed tears,
Yeah,
Sob for me.
I was doomed from the start,
So in the end,
I’m going to need you to cry for me.
They were praying that I vanished,
I was at a disadvantage.
They never understood the damage,
That it caused,
I was abandoned.
But I invested in my strengths,
I refused to ever panic.
Kept betting on myself,
And gradually,
Became a champion.
I can’t cry,
So cry for me.
Untitled
By David Rosario
“Tarnished recollections,
Heartless towards affection;
Partly unconnected,
I’m the farthest from majestic;
Just a raindrop in the ocean,
Something the sharks might’ve digested;
It was hard to feel accepted,
So many scars,
I was neglected;
Suffered from bereavement,
Felt smothered by grieving;
Brothers turned to demons,
Mother as egregious;
No lovers in the region,
No love reaching it’s zenith;
Heart got shattered into a
Bunch of different pieces;
Wealthy and benevolent,
But only of the mind;
Unhealthy and irrelevant,
Only ways I get defined;
Helpless and corrosive,
I pray you see the signs;
Selfish and devoted,
Put my head down and just grind!”
Tormented
By David Rosario
Delved into parts of
this organ I call a brain.
Made excuse for the imbalance,
the torture’s what caused
the pain.
Was ignoring my calls
to fame,
then forced it,
and saw a change.
Corpses and falling rain,
the torment would
call my name.
Never shied from the destruction,
its suction would
bring me closer.
Dived in it to fight
my demons,
learned nothing would bring me closure.
They slaughtered our Kings and
soldiers,
confused us
with rings and (Range) Rovers …
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