War veterans make for interesting conversation, this is what she told me.
Trying to take it back before it all went wrong
It’s been wrong for so long,
I don’t know what right feels like anymore.
I’m trying to take it back before it all went horribly wrong.
Trying to remember a time before the enemy infiltrated my kingdom,
my kingdom where nobody dies.
Trying to think of a time when the sound of shots being fired scared the shit out of me,
trying to think of a time when I could actually cry real tears and comprehend agony instead of staring into space
willing myself to forget the torture and hunger.
I try to think of a time before the multitude of scars with no “funny anecdotes” behind them
except horror didn’t mar my body.
Forrest Gump’s mamma said “life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you gonna get”…
So a revolution is brewing, it’s the magnet I needed to take it back before it all went wrong.
I demand, especially this!! I want to take back, NO!!
I want to reclaim faith in humanity because the abyss I find myself in reads as follows;
I TRUST NOBODY, NOT EVEN THE WORD TRUST…. I call it My IMPERIAL AFFLICTION…
A new conscious generation in which I find myself in demands that I not be embarrassed by my scars coz they mean I survived..
So with faltering steps, I continue to grab, snatch and steal back what the enemy took, a time before it all went wrong.
One day I’ll proclaim to the world and myself that I too know what right feels like,
I too speak the language of genuine smiles and breath love because once ,
a looooooong time ago I used to inhale chaos and pain