Home Next To The Exit- A discourse

Home was Fond Cole forever. A place that haunted me since time made sense. It followed me like a soul sniper. Wherever I traveled the ghetto home world followed close behind, soliciting close to every foreign gate I had entered. It was a drama freak. Loved to remind me of where I had come from and what it meant to keep it real. I never thought the tide would change. Suddenly patriotism turned into bad taste. I was forced to change the rules and I did without remorse.

The last couple years strengthened me for the aftermath. I endured trials by fire and sprayed some of my own into the fray called ghetto home world. Jealousy reigned supreme. It is an ugly widow unsated. I pimped the tech for ghetto fiends and friends for nothing much but my own development and their disregard. The day of reckoning loomed. My peoples left for America igniting a nefarious fire. A sudden nightmare began in earnest that forever changed my conception of home. I stood on the threshold with demons. The sky turned red, the earth shook and then I fled clasping my soul, my love and my art.

Home is next to the exit now. When the times comes, when the situation demands it I train to be willing to drop into the portal at a moment’s notice. Time is now, naked like birthing into hostile space and no time for haunted reminisces. I have reached the understanding of the quintessential transient. I have become the most humble warrior of the quickening time for healing and redemption.

Now that I have forgiven myself I am free to roam. Home is where I was standing a second ago. You can’t invade it. You won’t be able to foreclose it. You only hope is to open your eyes to catch the disappearing window that shimmers in the soul prints I leave behind.