Scraping the crust from my eyes

Scraping the crust from my eyes
You scraped the scabs off my mind
And it’s oozing
The clarity’s soothing

I don’t always articulate
Thoughts in my head
Like a politician
Or a poet that’s dead
Do they write poetry anymore?
Is spoken word checking hats at the door?

I get constipated when I’m speaking my mind
All this passion backed up from my falling behind
Where did I lose my way?
Which bell rang at recess today?

The illusion
Stops all the confusion
But when people get in the box
Their knees and their elbows get locked

Everyone has Tupperware
They’re wearing brand named underwear
But I’ve got my lunch bag
And I’m covered in clean rags

Nobody pulled me from this
With shovels of their happiness
I stood outside them
Unable to guide them

Somebody shouted my name and I cried
Cuz the voice was the ghost of a child that died
And I couldn’t retrieve him
Cuz no one believed him

Standing here
With open ears
The sky just forgets about me
My feet stand on my memories

Scraping the crust from my eyes
You scraped the scabs off my mind
And it’s oozing
The clarity’s soothing

@01.31.17 ebn