the herd

the herd

by the thousands it seemed

the sun gleamed 

on the river with steam

a herd of babies 

puppies, stubborn little ducklings

hello come back, i can’t help you if you leave

they all listened but one you see

i don’t know what it means

but to see such lively life in a dream

makes me smile, feels like the balance on a beam

im walking it, im almost falling but i make it seem

like i done it before

in my core

i know there’s more

i knew i was calling to God to settle score

i know blessings are coming to shore

i’m at the door

ready to open it or

maybe create a new one

levitate to a new one

breathe one 

can’t get me down 

i seen flowers everywhere 

and yes that flower

here’s 20 dollar

thank you for the flower

in the middle of the ocean 

don’t jump out of the car

sit tight sit tight

we have made it to the other side

 impatient like Jose

even in the dream he’s in disbelief 

he said no way

how did your face get so clean

 it will never be confirmed how they schemed

i forgive them

 i make amends 

i know i start trends 

i pushed myself & they pushed me down 

a flower blooms from the dirt

not mid air, i rage like this life isn’t fair

but to compare

a struggle and a blissful life

the generations before did the time

keep your head high 

soon enough it will be your time 

steady on the grind

get up a ride 

run to the wind

the flute within 

love your kin

the child within

nurture others and you will nurture you

pain is so painful but truth is without it, you wouldn’t be you

God bless you and all the new

i hope you hold it well i hope you see it through

its a shock but a good life is now here for you 

you can eat baby finally go ahead and chew

i know the feeling too 

like they said it’s all for you 

what can i do 

thank you so very much 

i don’t have a crew

i have a mental flute 

that plays a melody only i can see

the reason that i breath 

one day soon i’ll be out to sea 

shooting my dream 

i say di bad gyal on di road, we be zooming, we be bold.

-La’Lee Zion

 

above all i am a poet, a scribe. 🤍

 

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