“Utopia”
I fall asleep in front of my mind and dream as if I am still controlled by it/ ascension out of hemisphere atmosphere stratosphere and still it seems as if I cant escape right here/ if in my mind I could find the time to enjoy what doesn’t seem enjoyable a perfect state of bliss see I want to dream of innocence
and in a sense hope was lost when innocence walked out holding hands with possibility like I can taste the blue in the clouds but it rains on my lips
I wanted to taste the sugar from the rose like fresh cherries but vision became blurry as the poison crushed my taste buds see I want to dream of innocence but in a sense I don’t know how I tried to skip across color lines a rainbow of undefined boundaries and then in my dreams I realized that I dream in color and this world can’t let me forget it on some black power type white supremacy “ish” see I…I wonder what a perfect world would be like, maybe something like the resounding sound of chalk on ghetto cracked concrete right next to the crack needle that just gave the crack head a new out look on life like the smell of locked out children chasing after a caged ice cream truck with the 5 dollars from your new uncle meaning you could treat the whole block like when two “pony-tails” was the style and I needed beads on the ends of my braids just so I could have a rhythm to my favorite song called my heart beat maybe it’s the sirens that put me to sleep at night just to let me know that the world didn’t stop…stop…STOP dreaming little black girl that once was because you’ll never be her again never know innocence again only a certain sleep in front of your mind that for a moment lets you ascend pass time into your once know and always longed for UtOpIa
yes even now I still hope for her.
asIam wrote: “Utopia” I fall asleep in front of my mind and dream as if I am still controlled by it/ ascension out of hemisphere atmosphere stratosphere and still it seems as if I cant escape right here/ if in my mind I could find the time to enjoy what doesn’t seem enjoyable a perfect state of bliss see I want to dream of innocence and in a sense hope was lost when innocence walked out holding hands with possibility like I can taste the blue in the clouds but it rains on my lips I wanted to taste the sugar from the rose like fresh cherries but vision became blurry as the poison crushed my taste buds stop…stop…STOP dreaming little black girl that once was because you’ll never be her again never know innocence again only a certain sleep in front of your mind that for a moment lets you ascend pass time into your once know and always longed for UtOpIa yes even now I still hope for her.
I wanted to taste the sugar from the rose like fresh cherries but vision became blurry as the poison crushed my taste buds
stop…stop…STOP dreaming little black girl that once was because you’ll never be her again never know innocence again only a certain sleep in front of your mind that for a moment lets you ascend pass time into your once know and always longed for UtOpIa
These are some my favorite lines from your poem!