Matter
Where is the fact from the ficition?
The fiction from the fact?
Does it matter if I exact, my P's and Q's?
Does it matter that?
Tomorrow I may tell you I love you
And then talk about that,
And how the weather decides to hate you
And me, now that's a fact!
Who cares if tongues that are free to silence
Talk violence?
And still use a chain for liberty!
Forsaking the homeground
The knownground
Where only roots spoil im morality
And the weed always grows
Under the seed of prosperity
And what is fact is fact
And to extract fiction
Is a matter of diction
Who cares if tomorrow
The mother smothers her lover?
Her child sways to the side of the road
Where the blind man crosses
Passes without looking
Turning a blind I to
Her stunted growth
When truth grows on trees
And fruit falls easily
And tomorrow she will tell you
She loved you
Before the root set in to trap
Before her heart was mortgaged to you, by a thread
At a price she could not pay
And After too much rain
Her grief will tell you
Too much hate
And how love is a beautiful rose
A full red thorn
On which too much blood is drawn
And how too many babies born alone
Die in cold alleyways
And fact is just as bad as fiction
The material is immaterial
Squalid leftovers
In overturned sacks of dispair
The rats crawl over the hungry
Without a care
As the beggar turns the wheel
To conceal the sign
Of the time
Stamped on the back of a dirty dime
Dollar for dollar
Pound for pound
And who knows where he will dine?
He rides home in the back of a silver mercedes
He carries a Homeless Sign!
'And I can only tell you, the auto-cue told me these things! '
Auto cue........aka yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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