Midnight Thoughts...

It's midnight love, and I'm thinking of you
figuring all of the right letters and verbiage to use
To describe my mood, I only wish to intrigue you
Give you something new, some juicy gossip to sink you teeth into
or a sad line or two, touching on subjects such as same sex and hatred among our youth

surrogate mothers and political distress, financial problems existent still considered an understatement
teenage pregnancies, abortions, suicide.. still thanking god I never tried cause things have cause me to get beside.. myself, somehow the stress left and I continued to digest the words of faith and progress
continuing to, try and lead all people beyond "The DREAM"

Shall I speak on happiness, whether it be clothes cars or money that assure your smile
dinner on Sundays after church, walking less than a mile, back to the house
cause you worship right down the street, thinking of the games score while the choir excuses and we scuffle our feet, tryna get out that aisle knowing you may step upon too many feet

just maybe I should inform you of the universe.. explaining too you what we feed it we then eat
negative thoughts do nothing but defeat, still we must move on and try to achieve, what it is we claim to believe, I can stand here and tell you all about the birds and the bee's, how i use to climb trees
ride skate boards with scuffed knees, called me a tom boy until i was thirteen

I can bash and speak on how he and I always managed to clash, how I sometimes assumed he only wanted thee ass, then he'd turn around and make me laugh... cause me to blush after making me mad
never afraid to tell me I'm bad, he knew I was consumed with all I had and would boot him if he didn't keep me glad, he had a few children so I called him dad

I can stand hear and talk all night, tell you all sorts of stories that may change a life, the hood, the wood, and all the things I could.. have, and already done.. even the men who have graced my life haven't always done things right, taught me how to raise a son and only expose him to rays of light that's right
tell you how I'm something like the Sun at night, blinding you due to me being sooo bright
granny and maw maw told me I was AAAllllllright

I knew then i could stand before you and bleed through an invisible Pen, paint pictures that make you look within, at your friends, kin even the ones who can get u to bend.
And now I deliver my intent, which was only to indulge in you while i vent, hoping i get your consent
approval from an audience that said High five, good work, Yo smoov.. you da shit.

It's midnight love, and I'm thinking of you. Dear poetry, Thank you for all you've put me through!