a voice like caramelized sugar
or a mind like Ruth Bader
or a heart like a heart attack
you wish you could understand, but you can’t.
the facts are facts. hard-headed winners
can’t cope with callous confrontation
or their own disastrous acts.
I wish I could relax but my brain’s in traction
I want so much, but my whole life has been distraction
and I don’t know which direction will atone
Follow the ridge of the river
to guide me home
or find my bones

so indecision be gone
make an argument of my song
objective third parties move along
and in the words of Frantz Fanon
“Oh my body, make of me always
“a man who questions!”