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Truthfully

I may not be an award winning poet
I’m okay with that

I may not be your number one entertainer
I can live with that

My words may not be academic enough for your approval
That’s not a concern to me

My writing may not fit into your formulaic style
Conforming never crossed my mind

My spoken word may not have flair and theatrics
Tell it to your Slam committee

You probably want me to write more erotica
In my mind, revolution is foreplay for freedom
That ain’t erotic enough for you?

You probably wish I would be less serious
Tell it to the 99%
Tell it to the mother struggling to provide for her kids
Tell it to the teenagers and their hoodies
Tell it to the voiceless political prisoners
Tell it to the homeless man on the streets
Tell it to the soldier struggling with PTSD
Tell it to the innocent victim of rape
Tell it to the girl who was kidnapped and trafficked
Tell it to the innocent people dying in a war they didn’t create
Tell it to the lost soul trying to find its way
Tell it to your God for placing empathy in my soul
and the gift of words in my mind

You probably think I should write more poems on love
Love is the foundation for every breath I take

You probably think I should write about God
Who do you think is guiding my soul?

You probably wonder how much longer will I keep it up
The answer, until God tells my soul that my work here is done

Until then
I’ll continue living the only way I know how,
TRUTHFULLY

Posted in My Thoughts, Poetry

What If

Dec 2

Posted by Sean King

In life
we make assumptions

Assumptions like
this note won’t be the last note
I’ll ever write to you

Assumptions like
tomorrow will be more of the same
and there is nothing
that we absolutely must do today

Assumptions like
I can put my dreams
on hold for a lifetime
and still have a lifetime left
to chase my dreams

Assumptions like
we can go to bed pissed off
angry
and have time
to fix it all in the morning

Assumptions like
I can tell you
I can show you
I can do the things
I need to do
to express my love to you,
later

Assumptions like
this breath
this moment
this second
is not important
in the grand scheme of things

Assumptions like
this hello
this smile
this hug
won’t be the last smile we share
the last hug we give
the last time
we greet each other

Assumptions like
my hurtful words
won’t be the last things
I say to you
and it’s okay for me
to be upset for a minute
and everything will be okay
if you give me some space
and time

Assumptions like
love will wait
for me to get my degree
for me to buy a house
for me to become rich
for me to achieve my dreams
for me

but what if,

What if
our assumptions are all wrong

What if
tomorrow doesn’t exist

What if
we don’t have any more time left
no more minutes
will never get to say another word to each other
are unable to rectify a bad situation

What if
our future doesn’t exist
and there is no later

What if
we never share
another smile
another hello
another hug

What if
this breath is our last
this moment is our last

What if
this minute
is the most important
minute of our life

What if
there are no more mornings
or no makeup sex
or no more time to apologize

What if
your last memory of us
are the hurtful words I said to you

What if
we spend our lifetime
deferring our dreams
but never get that second
lifetime to chase them