My Inner Child

When u look @ me . . .

What do u see?

Do u see a brilliant young female

Who can B

Whatever she wants to B . . .

Or do u see

My inner '70's child . . .

Rockin' Bellbottoms and a 'fro

Talkin' all that jive about

A Revolution and Black Power!

Readin' Poetry in a smokey café

Listenin' to George and the boys

Talk about

Manchild and Bopgun

On the new wax of

Parliament/ Funkadelics

Man Can U Dig It! . . .

Or do u see a

Little girl

Who is lost . . .

Lost in a world where

She doesn't know where she belongs,

A little girl that

Is full of

O F S O

C N U I N

And frustration

Because she doesn't feel that anyone

Understands

What she is all about,

BUT! -

Do I even know? . . .

Do I know my own reality? . . .

My reality is Blue &endash;

Blue because I'm repeatedly

Sad on the inside &endash; sad for reasons

That I have no control over . . .

But sad

My reality is constant looking and wanting -

looking for something to brighten

up my day

and wanting something in

my life to stay

to make me happy

for more than a day

I recall days when

I was content-

Those days of old

That's why I act like a child and

Adore those things

From those days

Of childhood-

That's why I get so

Involved in things

Like my music, my art and

My Revolution

So . . .

Dig That!

So,

When u look @ me now . . .

What Do U See?

Do u see the face of tomorrow

Or

The face that haunts u

From yesterday?