Black as a Cowboy


Ride ’em!
Until they call You, “Cowboy.”
Take hold of the reins
and raise your arm and fist
up high to show you mean business.
And, when that one tires,
raise the other one
Steady and balance yourself
to avoid being knocked off
the merry-go-round.
There’s no need to raise your voice
to be taken seriously.
Remember, you don’t have to lower
your head to know where you’re going

The Race is…


The race is
Going to the store
Seeing different colored cards
Being used by friends
Wanting one so badly
Hating life

The race is
Told by a pretty blonde
She knows her husband is
Bigger, stronger, faster
And better
Despite popular belief
The cause is her effect

The race is
Swearing children don’t imitate
Their atmosphere
Until words are spoken
at the wrong time
wants to blame the school
and sue

The race is
Seeking solace from church
And the Bible
Remembering only what
Is necessary
To shine light
On what is dark

The race is
Voting in a sheet covered
Small box with a drawstring
while choices are made on beliefs
Not righteousness
With all eyes in the back
the print on the page
is overlooked

The race is
known for Right versus Wrong
dying to be a martyr
never waivering
until

Waiting


Cars stop

Then go        

Lights changing with a chop

Leading to where the waters flow

 

Imagining the waves

Crashing without a shore

Searching for their faves

But me I want much more

 

Here I am

Waiting for them to take me in

Like looking for peace on the lam

Waiting here like committing a sin

 

Life without hope

Like I’m doing some dope

Waiting for a good day

When I can love my way

 

Add a touch of greatness

Not so hard when you know

Despite its untimely lateness

Telling the wind which way to blow