I dreamed I killed another,
which will never be my thing.
I'll plead my father to shoot me
with a sling
if I do bad thing
if I do bad thing
when I am an adult.
I will be ill.
My dream
I own it
like a ream
of papers
I will be ill.
My dream
I own it
like a ream
of papers
And dreams have layers
and thoughts of dignity
because things happen
and thoughts of dignity
because things happen
repeatedly
I dreamed horror
and knew I was an owner
of my dreams
I dreamed horror
and knew I was an owner
of my dreams
And please!
My favourite reader,
open your eyes
I am only talking about my feelings
that are coming out as visions
Mum, I feel eerily
about the STEADY beats
coming out pounding
THAT WAS ALL MADE BY MY SCARED FEELING
CALLED UNLIKE DREAMS
My favourite reader,
open your eyes
I am only talking about my feelings
that are coming out as visions
Mum, I feel eerily
about the STEADY beats
coming out pounding
THAT WAS ALL MADE BY MY SCARED FEELING
CALLED UNLIKE DREAMS
-Lloyd Hanjana
I love the way your feelings emerge as visions, Lloyd! It makes your writing unique. I would recognize a Lloyd Hanjana poem or rap anywhere! "... and knew I was an owner of my dreams." Great line. Keep writing, Lloyd! I know you will.
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