AUTOBIOGRAPHY

© Breeze Vincinz

My mother will always have a nickel
as long as I have a dime
My life will always have a purpose
as long as I have a rhyme

I will always remember who I am
as long as my bald head shiny
I have so many tears to cry
because I am so happy

And I hear the angels sounding
like pen against paper bounding
to make it work again

There is air in these words and
it makes them fly like birds and
I want to fly like that again

My heart will always have hope
as long as it’s beating
I’ll always say some shit about love
if that’s what I’m feeling

Like my first love was a dude and when
we made love it sounded like the ocean
My last love was a dude and he felt so good
I spread him all over like lotion

and it’s the moon that always gets me
one of the few women who get me hard as a tree
and I love being that hard again and again

There is color in this monochrome existence like
there are sounds in this monotone instance that
whatever the color, I want to love again

My mother will always have a dime
as long as I have a quarter
I will never go thirsty
As long as I know how to get water
I will always have a clue as to where I’m going
because I know where I’ve been
I will always know what it means to be righteous
because I know what it means to sin

and I hear the angels sounding
like pen against paper bounding
to make it work again

There is air in these words and
it makes them fly like birds and
I want to fly like that again

and it’s the moon that always gets me
one of the few women who get me hard as a tree
and I love being that hard again and again

There is color in this monochrome existence like
there are sounds in this monotone instance that
whatever the color, I want to love again

Our mothers, who art in heaven
Always watching over us I reckon
And when it’s over, I want to see them again

And when I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And when it’s over, I want to come back again