Tired

HE
broke my heart.
Schizophrenic – yes. Off his meds – yes.
But the cry from his heart is as clear and cogent as a clarion bell.
I rode the small bus. I took the pills that they gave me. I endured the other kids pickin’ on me.
I’ve been places: Detroit, Brooklyn. I’ve been through this before. And I’m tired. When is it my turn to have a career, a home, a family that loves me?
He is so tired.
I walk away for five minutes to look for a blanket, a bag. When I return he is sound asleep in my little plastic chair. I can hardly rouse him.
Things were good for me awhile in Atlanta. I had dreds and they called me Black Jesus.
Jesus was tired so I told the Lord I would do it, I’m strong.
I just want work for the Lord. Why does he keep makin’ me go through this?
I ask if he wants to go back to Georgia to be with his family.
I call my sister, she say she don’t want me. It say a prophet is hated by his family.
His eyes brim.
Why don’t nobody wa…
Schizophrenic – yes. Off his meds – yes.
But the cry from his heart is as clear and cogent as a clarion bell.
I rode the small bus. I took the pills that they gave me. I endured the other kids pickin’ on me.
I’ve been places: Detroit, Brooklyn. I’ve been through this before. And I’m tired. When is it my turn to have a career, a home, a family that loves me?
He is so tired.
I walk away for five minutes to look for a blanket, a bag. When I return he is sound asleep in my little plastic chair. I can hardly rouse him.
Things were good for me awhile in Atlanta. I had dreds and they called me Black Jesus.
Jesus was tired so I told the Lord I would do it, I’m strong.
I just want work for the Lord. Why does he keep makin’ me go through this?
I ask if he wants to go back to Georgia to be with his family.
I call my sister, she say she don’t want me. It say a prophet is hated by his family.
His eyes brim.
Why don’t nobody wa…