Life in Ownership

You can’t take anything more from me
That hasn’t already been taken from me,
Except my life
And your are welcome to that, but know:
If you were to put together all the events,
People and problems in my life;
It would mean something–you would own it!
And having something, then,
On you hands, would make you responsible, no?
For that which you had stole;
For that which you owe;
All that you had taken me from me already…

But apart from screaming,
What you would have as proof?
The residual use, unless,
What you had done what was of no use,
Mere latency for you
And what you did, was done
For fun, as I went away
Screaming.

And for truth, what would you do
If you looked at yourself
And knew that, you too,
Were screaming into the darkness
That isn’t so much dark as
Absent of light?

But you are right and I admit,
There is no proof;
But for that very screaming
That you had all this time considered suspect
And absent of life(now)
All that there is of my life(and yours)
So, go ahead, and have it,
And know:

In my life, the first gun put in my face
Followed by the screamed words “I’ll kill you.”
Was in the hands of my father.
But that’s the proof;
I’ve had nothing to loose
Since three years old.

And it was a few thousand years before
Jesus told us, how his father forsook him
And I said, shit,
“We have a lot in common.”

Now, Kanye says you can’t tell him nothing;
But I’ll tell you and him something:
False prophets acting out indifference
From attention is store frontage
In a vacant strip mall.
It don’t take the biggest Jesus piece you ever saw
On for some necklace to be reckless.
That’s helplessness,
Pride before fall shit.
And it doesn’t help us–
those who have lost everything.

And even with nothing, We are not all helpless.
We are living lives that only life can take from us.
I accept this as due course
That I’ve never had any surplus pride to sell;
Just the good sense to preserve in my mind
The people and places I care about
and who have cared about me.

I’m not hiding

So go ahead and try to kill me;
Take everything else from me;
Do me the favor that my father couldn’t
And finish this.
Or, do you not want to own something
Knowing it’s not yours?

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