2 b a G

2 b a G

A Poem by Colette
"

a little story of Baby G

"


 


i don't write when i'm high
i don't do anything creative / when i’m high
never drink and get creative / never drink much.
only creative when i'm in my own mind

my mind / what a fantasmorgasmic place that is

was talkin to my fav Auntie
talkin about my father / brother / sis
how they abandoned me / bruised me
and worse

talkin / about how i was homeless
sleepin in a Chevy Chevette / winter time

wit 9 comforters

how i kept covering their stories
to make them look like the image...
the imagine i tried to have in my mind of them...
what i wanted / wished for them to be

what they are and what they were...

w****s and alcoholics
gays on the down low
heroin addicts & enablers
physical abusers

greedy / so f*****g greedy / my brother...

the epitome of the greedy / controlling / power obsessed
oppressive / white man

me...

i get blacker every day
further removed from any trace of them
further into a struggle for my health / non-wealth / and stealth
my soul hungry like a starved wild panther

the winters tearing at my existence
the government / the bankers / the b******s
threatening my habitat

i think my heart stopped for a minute today

the BP rising...


i can't let a heart attack or stroke take me out
all induced by the s**t they've tried to coat me with
those pricks in mi familia  / those selfish sinners need to croak

before me

me / i'm getting prouder
because the means by which they've attained what they have
is not noble / and i...
i've studied those streets and been comin on up
the caring and compassionate way

“f**k them” / i said to my Auntie
then told her i was lucky to have had my mother...
that my moms hugs me sometimes in my dreams
and i told her I'm grateful to have her / my Auntie
because she's the only one who really knows the true story...
and the players


then i said, "I love you"

then...

 

me & Mary Jane
we had a counseling session...

it went well / Yo...

 

i don't write when i'm high
never drink much. / never share too much

i’m just tryin to stay out of the ER

tryin to save my body / keep my roof

keep from losin this mind

 

 

2 b a G / almost dead / but, don’t wanna die

I / I / I

I’m Stayin Alive

Stayin Alive

© 2011 Colette


Author's Note

Colette
i think this one is crappy, but so what

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Added on June 26, 2011
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Colette
Colette

Phoenix, AZ



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