I’m just a lion in the “concrete jungle” an urban environment if you will..
What happens when a “human” becomes a king of a jungle.
.. it has eventually took form & adapted to many rules, regulations & laws.
In order to blend with “normal” society.. to him he became presented into a global society known as a “pack”.. wolves run different.
In order for me to situate myself and a talk with god..
I had to lose my mind.. visually… physically, purposely..
To find true humor in my life.. & to meet death face to face.
Side Note: Jesus Christ a long-term relationship.. I looked for him rather than the answer.. & I received death as a notice. Many stand on meeting their ends meet by taking things to the grave.. a soul can never tarnish but can be rumored to be tested into an architectural environment or meet its maker.
The heart itself.. is a whole separate story.. going back to lions, fuck it even a white tiger is known for close extinction.. many argue about legacy & originality.
The truth about me.. is meet within your hourglass.. grains of sand ticking away the whole agenda of the purpose of freedom, family & focus.
When you see me.. who’s who to who.
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NOT A POEM By Frita Souf*