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Sidewalk

by Adeem the Artist

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Though I do not know the language, I think I understand
I’ve been watching this for years, the breaking of the man,
And now it isn’t just my father or the priest, it’s in my hands
They are trembling with terror; they are splitting at the ends
And growing out of my doubt- a little faith

I was bleeding out on the pavement at the Days Inn down on western
When the storm hit and I watched it through a haze from all the pills they gave me
Bit my lip and I whispered print I can’t remember,
Prayers like road flares at the wreck in December off 40 and I can’t forget the smell,
Gasoline down my jeans made a thin trail to a warm puddle
My foot twitched and I switched its position, heard the bone
Against the gravel and instantly, with blurred vision
Noticed the warm cloth drenched in oil and blood,
Laid down like a funeral shroud spread out there on the sidewalk

I saw the bumps and I knew there was a child beneath,
Felt the memories like fetuses inside of me
Then came the worst part- a name
And I, I spoke it

By nightfall, I drank enough alcohol to drown a memory,
Then the images made themselves more clear to me
It was eerie; these were nearly the same feelings and fears
That we clasped desperately to in the moment, but there were years between us

In life, you have to make a choice,
Between the newspaper headlines and the office noise
Get a job and a mortgage and the more you spend,
Your voice is suffocated but you’ve made it, you’re a big success
And the moral is- you suffer daily
or you kill your dreams

and you still suffer.

Though I do not know the language, I guess I understand
Take my place among the villagers; it’s time we made a plan
We can’t be owned or operated, we aren’t machines- we are men
And we have blood inside our bodies, in our eyes, and on our hands
Who are we now? Who are we now?

You know us

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released August 12, 2015
Art by Hannah Bingham Art (www.hannahbingham.com)

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Adeem is a seventh-generation Carolinian, a makeshift poet, singer-songwriter, storyteller, and blue-collar Artist.

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