Reflections of a past that mirrors
and made it beautiful.
Reflections turning tears into laughs
as I covered roads less traveled past
into the image in tomorrow’s mirror..
As I conclude that each heartbreak surpassed
was just a misgage on the length of a drawn out moment,
pretended to fit a timeline that extends beyond the concept of measurement.
Because reflections reflect an image,
of tomorrow and it’s past.
My projection is my reflection, of what I choose to project
So if I throw out negativity, negavitity will I reflect
And before you know it, I got a circle of bitches
and a room full of niggas..
with bad attitudes and perceptions
whose eyes hold the iris of green dollar cash figures..
Instead of a pride of well rounded women
and a tribe of lion king men
who respect life too much, and love too much to put fingers on emotional triggers.
Thus, sincerely, I apologize for the cracks in the glass
and the resurrections of reflections past
when I replicated the image of my scars upon your heart’s mass..
For those distracted perceptions, discontent projections..
The peace in the pieces of my sewn-together sections,
Restitching the seams of past, present and future lessons…
So that my present projection reflects the Light Shining From the King’s Direction.