mark king - what I am

I am the ghetto
The dirt underneath
It rains pain
And hope
Is hard to find
Amongst the dealers
And fallen women

I am a listener
Walking alone
Hearing a noise
I stop
But it is
Only the city
Sighing in-between
Her tears

I am a broken family
Were fathers changed?
Like the years
Alcohol reigned
And abuse was the norm
Their favorite saying was…
Don’t do as I do
Do as I say
(If you find yourself using
Those words, you’re a mess,
Get some help)

I am divorce and heartache
As lovers tire
Through the years
And fate brings
Broken promises

I am the scent of tide
Old spice, irish spring
And sauve shampoo
This razor
That shapes my face
And my toothbrush
That marries crest
To polish my teeth

I am love
Of god, life, friends
And the earth
To things seen
And unseen

I am this paper
The ink
And these books
A collector of words
Ideas and visions

I am your friend
Both good and bad
Light and dark
In the lullaby
Of this life

mark king

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