Knocking on heaven's door

Maybe I am ignorant in my analysis

But my feet have left no more land to explore

In this dark place my mom gave me birth

I seek and I seek

And yet

I end up empty handed

Before heaven's doors.

The promises unfulfilled

I do not know

My skin ripe with experience I barely know

My eyes lurking for a future I've never seen

This is not what I was made for.

To be on bended knees,

With arms folded

To thee I plead.

My blackened knees feel familiar

An ancestor that doesn't sleep

I seek and I seek

And yet there I stand

Empty handed

Before heaven's doors.

My nappy hair sits stubborn on my head

A crown I quite don't know how to adorn yet

I placed it carefully on Mamas porch

And lit the whole thing

Till it came crushing down.

I walk around with bleeding ears,

A tender soul

And a strengthened heart

But my feet,

they bleed from hoping daily.

So I stop

I stop before heaven's door.