too busy for art … too poor for school … too tired for money … too obtuse to play pool
too sad for Uvalde … too tan for the night … too hurt everyday … but not enough to fight
some say I am lucky … all others think I am blessed … everyone tried but only one made me a mess
too sleepy for work … too afraid of sleep … too worthless to sell … too stubborn to keep … too educated for maga … too far north for the wall … too white to be Mexican … too brown to have it all
most think I am happy when they see me on the street … but no one knows me well enough to know that I’ve been beat
too rosy for the new years float I’ve been stapled to … no matter how much I drink I can’t free me of you … where I come from there is a saying … but it don’t really matter so I gave up praying … too normal for the police … too square to do any crime … no gang will have me … and everyone left mine …
too fat to be dating … too miserable to dance … neither kept me from doing so until you stabbed me with your lance
too soon to die … too much in love to let go
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