UNTITLED

5:08 AM

Thank God for the days I wake up filled with rage 

Fury is an incomparable stimulant

There’s no need for caffeine  

Thank God for the days I wake up filled with rage

An irate heartbeat reverberates with more vigor than any bass 

Rhythm is inside me, I make my own music 

Thank God for the days I wake up filled with rage 

Acquiescence and equivocation become bygone afflictions 

Scrub out the go along to get along  

Thank God for the days I wake up filled with rage 

Tranced by veiled slights and unaddressed remarks 

Suddenly my mind is cloudless, primed for adjudication

Thank God for the days I wake up filled with rage

Extension in perspective begs the question

If not me, why you?

-JK