Sidewalks are cracked
bodies having fell on sidewalks
cracked the concrete into small boulders and cemeteries.
Blood is the birthmark of sidewalks
killings have caused bodies to spill sacred fluids
on sidewalks and left marks from birth on concrete.
Love has hardened some of our spirits
hard cemented boulders of beating flesh
in chest cavity holds no blood to be warmed.
People walk around everyday hating themselves
cracking their spirits open like the broken sidewalks under
footing walking towards death away from birth.
And the spirit moves in a way that the air dances.
Then the spirit asks a question that never gets answered.
Instead we walk in circles searching for a solution.
Holding our guards up for the wrong things.
Keeping our purposes locked up.
Swallowing the key to open our purposes.