POETRY: Soul 2 Soul by Reggie Drake

A wise man once told me.
How you gon chase a dream,
If those running shoes aint yo size.
No picture this,
Summer 07,
Dad hands crack to kid telling him lies like,
This right here will,
Help us transcend the skies and survive
Because believe me I do hear the rumbles and grumbles
In your gut,
So heed my every word
This,
Transient prison becomes his forever
Forever interlocking him into a system where we aint meant to survive,
Perpetual genocide becomes his lifestyle,
Gunmen pull switch hairs
As bullets tear through the air
Puncturing hearts that grew cold,
When the pain they hold is buried
In those,
Little holes nestled in the soul
Screaming from the raptures to be let free,
Then descends from heavenly heights
To plummet in hells pitfalls,
Make no mistake,
The soul does waver and quake
When you chase a dream disguised
As a silky silhouette,
Resembling a figure thats not you,
But someone new,
Someone whos shoes indubitably cant fit your feet
That kid works nonstop on the corner without any sleep
Whats he to do,
Dad tells him
Im doing all this for us,
For you,
Meanwhile baby sheds silver tears crying on the stoop,
He's hungry,
But daddy isnt giving him any food
Kid works and works to stay alive
Slapping fives in transactions,
Manufacturing happiness
To repair a broken spirit.
He wants to stop,
But dad doesnt listen
Dads dreams become his
HIs dreams dont matter
They dont see eye to eye
So they cant see Soul 2 Soul.
That was a snapshot,
Summer '07
Now picture
Winter '95
Momma workin 9-5
Pushing her daughter to achieve Olympian heights,
She is her catalyst,
The mystical magician who abracadabras her wishes
To grant them better lives.
Them tight ballerina shoes squeeze the life
Outta her aspirations
As she twirls to the rhythm of her souls cacophony
That tutu,
Was way to,
Tight to allow her to break the cycle
Her,
South African roots are fastened to the tree of ideology
That manifested the ideals of Desmond Tutu,
And she too,
Desires change because,
That dance floor gets lonely,
Its crowded with her despair
Her mother remains blissfully unaware
As her intricate dance patterns choreograph her heart
And exposes her soul
How she gon chase a dream
If her mothers running shoes dont fit her feet
How she gon chase a dream
If those running shoes,
Dont allow her to, grab hold of the tiny thought
The microscopic dream residing somewhere in the soul,
They dont see eye to eye
So they cants see Soul 2 Soul,
She speaks to her,
The words flying off the pages of her heart,
Only to hit the margin
When emotions bombard
She prays let grace descend and suspend the evergrowing madness
In the midst of verbal confusion
Contusions grow in restless souls
Mom loves the limelight,
Shes infatuated with freedom
Greed divides the love
But if you flip the reciprocal
Love divides the greed
And paves a way to the cementary that has buried all her needs
She digs her broken heart
And the dislocated spirit
She finds her moms conscience
NOw they both can see the difference
The sum of the parts equals the whole
Now them soles fit them shoes
You know
Them little niches at the bottom of the shoe
Those things that give that extra spring to reach the proverbial stars
And chase the inescapable dream that was once deemed impossible,
Now she can take that ballerina shxt,
NOw he can put that crack down cuz when you see Soul 2 Soul,
Souls do merge and converge upon impact
Impactfully letting us proceed beyond that impasse,
A wiseman once told me,
Know thy brother to
Know thyself
He said,
Know thy brother so
My can leave self and self can be us
Cuz souls are connected like spirit cords cordially inviting dancing hearts to ethereal ballet
Dreams dont have to coincide
They can run together side by side
Thats how we roll
Soul 2 Soul
Soul 2 Soul
Is how we roll
Let em know
Let em know
We are parts,
Of the same whole