Family Ties by Des’Trell Banks


As this message from me sends to the heavens above, I pray that my great-grandma’s soul will forever be loved. I pray to god my grandma’s heart won’t be misunderstood. I pray my mama’s anxiety won’t ever relive. I pray my sister and brothers will grow together and as individuals. I pray that we never lose sight of who’s really here for you. 21 years of distress. Fights back to back. Low blows, word of mouth, some shit you won’t expect. Some shit I even regret because what is taught is bound to repeat again. Mama’s depressed, escaping to her only crave she knew best. And after so many open cans, the pain wore less. And after so many years, clusters clouding creases of blood vain deep, some blood drawn from enemies, devil tendencies. Burning bridges, bricking walls betweens barriers drugged deep of genuine love and so called loyalty. Misguided. Morals vain deeper cause even the ones closest to you could hit you where it hurts. Scars lies deeper than the grave, bodies covered like mud baths, burying stilled grudges. Communication slowly vanish with lack of courage to balance and after so many headaches, nigga just throw the towel in. Might not like what I say, but I pray that god feel me and hears every word I say.


9


Page 1  |  Page 2  |  Page 3  |  Page 4  |  Page 5  |  Page 6  |  Page 7  |  Page 8  |  Page 9  |  Page 10  |  Page 11  |  Page 12  |  Page 13  |  Page 14  |  Page 15  |  Page 16  |  Page 17  |  Page 18  |  Page 19  |  Page 20  |  Page 21  |  Page 22  |  Page 23  |  Page 24  |  Page 25  |  Page 26  |  Page 27  |  Page 28  |  Page 29  |  Page 30  |  Page 31  |  Page 32  |  Page 33  |  Page 34  |  Page 35  |  Page 36  |  Page 37  |  Page 38  |  Page 39  |  Page 40  |  Page 41  |  Page 42  |  Page 43  |  Page 44  |  Page 45  |  Page 46  |  Page 47  |  Page 48  |  Page 49  |  Page 50