2 – Hatching a Caper
yeah,
we were hatching capers,
since we were second graders,
but
there was a big difference
between
what i witnessed
and what was depicted
in the papers,
we were just teenagers,
but the narrators
had us scripted
as villains,
or poverty-stricken victims,
either way
don’t believe everything you see
on television,
the writers had written
a true crime
fiction,
we were just children,
*
a few years later,
we were all dead or in prison,
or hooked on prescriptions
and
stuck in labour positions,
still hatching capers,
but
not really giving birth
to too much
*
descriptions are fictions,
written
by
victims
and haters,
descriptions are predictions,
if
you don’t believe
in something greater,
*
after a lot of hard labour
and hard living,
i see
i can’t place the blame
on the papers
and television,
*
i considered myself a gangster
i rejected everything that didn’t fit that container,
*
i made a decision,
to bring the fruits of my labour
to fruition,
i conceived
a seed,
it doesn’t seek permission,
or give a shit about company restrictions,
it just wants to be,
i can hear it calling
when i listen,
i can see it
crawling
in the distance,
i don’t yet know it’s name,
but i can feel it kicking,
this is my dream
and
i will never again,
abort my mission.