Hurt People Highway

How did I get here? Oh, that's right. It was the road traveled so often by so many before me.

The road from confident, strong, beautiful black man behind the walls and through the gates into panic, self-doubt, fear, insecurity and full-blown identity crisis.

I took that ride with you down that dark road.

I should have asked the conductor to stop somewhere along the way to get off the ride

But I kept holding on to the poles of stabilization that were: Your cards; Your letters; Your promises; The memories; And the thought that you were in there somewhere;and so much more...

My mind says you look the same, you talk the same, you even laugh the same -- whenever I get to hear it. But it's all a mirage because you don't know who the hell you are. But I love you still. My love, the currency of exchange, the price of admission to that crowded highway of hurt people that leads to hurt people.

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