Get It Together Poem by Mustafa Marconi

I rather walk away with my dignity
Then endure internal humiliation
Resisting earthly and worldly temptations
Or titles that society delegates
I rather struggle long in poverty
Then sell my soul for trinkets
The balance of which become crumbs for Hyenas
As my cadaver lies still in a casket
I do not concern myself with my neighbor’s prosperity
Or with the never ending search for material fulfillment
The impetus for the multitudes short of moral fiber
To journey through alleys, slums, mansions, and temples
Carrying the odor of modern slaves and indenture servants
Chasing illusions, and making pacts with strange bedfellows
I rather be seen as an outsider
Then cover my torso with graffiti
Wear my trouser like Malcolm and Martin
Instead of combining the trends of convicts and homos
My mind constantly searching the infinite light of wisdom
Refraining from consuming that which is unclean
While the prophets and priests twist the scriptures and skew the boundaries
As the wicked and blind prepare for war and confrontations
I rather hear the unmerciful voices of honesty and truth
Then the soothing lyrics of insincerity and appeasement
Wash my feet in the rushing rivers of positive change
Then bathe in the still waters of conformity
Clean my wounds and get it together
Holding on to my faith and my dignity