Evictions
When she tells you relationships end like evictions
That your love is bad religion
That you lost your way
That she had to murder her messiah to guide you home
Have you ever been given 30 days inside a space you once found sacred?
Awoke to a new tenant vying for your sanctum
That is hopelessness
Every I love you shatters like broken mirrors
Watch as your security turns fragile
Like hearts
Ask Adam and Eve how quickly love can turn sanctuaries into shambles
When she no longer finds hallelujah in your hugs
No longer latches to your saliva like salvation
Do not pretend yourself atheist
There are too many girls that have built you to be something your not
When you’re eye to eye with Goliath
He’ll tell you he didn’t see his fall coming either
At least he got hit with a weapon
All it took for you to fall were a series of text messages
A fall I’ve found too much comfort in
A contortionist with sexual prowess
I remedy heartache with hopeless romance
Keep praying to find my perfect person
I’ve seen both sides of love’s twisted call
Buried demons in sweat soaked sheets
Hoping passion based baptisms cleanse my soul
Hoping one night confessionals won’t sully my welcome
This isn’t the home we envisioned
This love is as temporary as leases
This isn’t a problem in the moment
These moments are how I cope with loss
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I’m searching for joy the way the wisemen searched for Jesus.
Belief in it is strong but my eyes have never seen it
The anticipation for a sight of it would send anyone to a craze
Feeling similar to lightning cracking before the rain
Don’t know when it’s coming but know its on the way
Don’t know the direction but faith lights the road
Did you know?
As wise as the wisemen were they did not have GPS
Only the Star of Bethlehem and prayer.
Well there ain’t too many stars in my city
Alexa and Siri cannot navigate you to feelings
Trust me I’ve asked them
Led me to walk longer than Jill Scott did
Than begging my feet for forgiveness
For the parties I’d drag them to trying to locate joy
For the walks on highway shoulders after a glimpse of the feeling
For the sneaking and creeping as the sun starts peaking
Imagine it took these men 24 years to 1nd Jesus
Would they have continued searching?
How strong your belief must be to continue looking
Well this is where I am on my journey.
But I am no longer looking externally.
Rodney “OGB” Johnson is a poet, rapper, and youth worker who has devoted his life to helping others express themselves. Through raw raps and potent poetry Rodney continues to put radical reflection at the front of his art. He’s been blessed to work as a teaching artist in the DMV area for the last decade in a multitude of roles assisting teachers in better connecting to their students. He currently works for the nonprofit YoungPlayWrightsTheater helping students take their ideas to the stage! Its always been his dream to connect with young people so please reach out if you have any that need to experience the power of words and language!
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