73 Pseudo

Pseudo

Pseudo real

Pushing for space

Giving it your all

Just to face disgrace

One glass of water

Called “Hip-Hop”

Am I closer to God?

Moving on.

My real is pseudo

Forced enough to feel

One glass of water

If only to peel.

I’m dried out

And fried

Dead pan

And died

I just need a reason

To get up in the morning

To be powerful

I’m shoring.

With my shield and shroud

I’m alone and proud

Moving on.

One glass of water

Called “Hip-Hop”.

My daughter, I can’t fault her

EL is not my name

But it tempers me

Find mine

And we’ll accept reverie.

It makes sense to the self

But not to all a y’all in health

Do it with joy and inner vision

I’ll leave it up to you it’s your decision.

It’s good for the spirit

I need you

To help me

To straighten me out

And to find that positivity.

I’m doubting my pseudo

See, looking at

Abstract coins

In fact

I need your ABSTRACT.

Share it with me

And love me

I apologise for my past

At last I’m catalytic

I don’t deal in plastic

So, my new real

Is a zeal for life

Now woman, I’ll make you my wife.