Kiss of Society

You know the things you don’t understand sometime become so hard to comprehend.
That’s why most of us try and have hope to bring complex to a simple but productive end.
Like my first kiss on the cheek that comforted and burned  me at the same time.
Realities wet slab of this is the world and for me you are forever on the grind.
Surrounded by souls of all kind good and bad happy and sad winners and losers.
Products of love and hatred wisdom and ignorance and heartfelt conclusions.
Races and racist of all kinds a melting pot of cultures and religions living as one.
Sticking me right in the middle to endure and conquer the life of a black son.
You see societies kisses can come in all shapes forms and fashion depending on your status.
But no matter what that may be pain is pain and endurance of it comes with practice.
If life is a mother fucker then my surroundings be the off spring of it all.
In return without the heavenly father above some live as bastard’s when they fall.
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a court room cause everybody wants to be a judge.
Hypocrites that criticize and never relate to what I go through so I hold a grudge.
The only soothing  common sense of voice calming me down that strong single mother.
Inspiring me to be more than that of my haters and oppressors to not self smother.
So I say to you society come better than that cause I am prepared for you always.
I’ve been blessed to have inner strength to be put to the test and knowledge to learn your ways.
I come from a eternally prolific vigorous warrior tribe that’s born ready for your stress.
Nothing that your politicians opposite thinkers evil contradictories can do to make me confess.
So yes fear me as you have always but respect the force that drives the inner self.
It is the motive you study my kind to a wondrous reasoning of what makes me continue with stealth.
So society take a hard look in the mirror and tell me what you see cause I’m already looking.
How you make our women into sex objects for sell then wonder why they not cooking.
Murder murder murder kill kill kill  and media on the T.V. tube all the time.
Then blame hip hop for the reason why some of our children have no love for man kind.
Our background help us relate or tare us apart for reasons known to unknown.
I just make sure my reason is with a open heart a listening ear and a GOD fearing soul.
So society with your puckering lips of felicity I kiss you back  with pride.
But when you bite mid way through just know my wounds will heal with time.
By Kolin E.