Written by 7:45 pm Musings

Trapped

My soul is troubled, I can’t get it to think; only this morning, I have been grumbling about everything.

My soul is troubled, I can’t get it to think

only this morning, I have been grumbling about everything.

I am Pissed

I slapped my cousin for nothing.

Yesterday in church, the preacher talked about liars, Mother looked at me with a knowing eye.

My soul is troubled, I can’t get it to think

There is a woman on my bus, she can’t speak English

She talked about fornication and adultery, she stared at me in the eye

I hate her

My heart is troubled, I can’t get it to think

Everybody seems to be talking about me lately

On the radio, a pastor talked about lesbianism

I hate the preacher and the message so I broke the radio

My soul wants to wander periodically

It wants to be free

And I am trapped in myself

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