From the company we keep, the
Uncertainty of truth. It was the look of regret
The darkness of sin. It’s the culture we’re in. It
Is from the love personality and forgiveness
That transitions. When trouble
Arrives, to know the naked truth
We learn to lean on to Origins
Our palms itch with greed, painted faces
Nurturing relationships of sexuality
Lean on to the relationships that bond us
And gravitated us. That’s Dope, by Angela K Brown
D o p e, D o p e, D o p e, that’s dope
Keep it on the down low, its dope
We all have problems, the dope we hide
We Cry, we keep our true feelings
Bottled up inside. My conscious regret
Came back at me; Of who I am
My blackness, my pride and
My point of view; the affirmation of my
Roots. That’s dope
Keepen it real on the down low
Lean on lean on lean on me I became open
About my spirituality, to reveal the nature
Of my ethnicity, to abandon my roots
Of my cultural identity with regret of
Losing my sexuality outside the creed of public
Scrutiny. A penny for
Your thoughts? I’ll meet you half way
Upon making a decision, my hommie
Let’s keep it down low. We fail to reason
To understand why. We
Asked God’s mercy for the family tradition. lean on, to hear. Fried fish and cole slaw, collard greens
And hot water corn bread and spaghetti. The light I am in
That one empty chair, thoughts suicide
Memories of the moment, and that
One blank stare. We lean to someone
To listen. We are what
We Eat. Rough times of making
Difficult decisions, a beacon of hope
Defining our position.