Book of Issues (Entry 1)

By Coach Kae

Wit’ so many Me’s which face do I see?

I never really know until I awake from my sleep.

I beg and I plead unto sanity’s Peace.

Because indeed only prayer works for a man incomplete.

So I talk to myself in lecture,

That conversation is deep.

Kerry’s own round table, different dimensions of me.

Lover argues wit’ friend,

Hustler battles wit’ killa,

But he who holds the gavel that day,

Is the one controlling my feelins’.

Mite awake to be Loving,

Mite awake to befriend.

Always stretch to the grind,

And forever prepared to defend.

This is the entrance to where my issues began…..