Poem: “His Healing Hits Differently” by Prince Quality

HIS HEALING HITS  DIFFERENTLY

I recall

Sleeping hungry

My stomach grumbling

Gosh it was awful

Ghai it was hell

Now my stomach is full

I don’t even remember

It is a blessing…

See the hate

Is so perfect

Love a seed

Of it’s destruction

Where are they

Who stole from me

Left me broken

Where are they?

You know karma

Yeah not a believer

It’s God’s miracle

I overcame the world

Trying to bury me alive

In drugs sex and madness

I read my Bible

The book of job

Thinking hey that’s me

Who knows love

What love did?

Now I’m in heaven

I left all demons

In hell

They try to enter

My head to no avail

They wish me alcohol

They wish me sex

They wish me cigarettes

They wish me poverty

I laugh at them now

They are lost

I’m an angel

The pain cut my horns

When love gave me wings…

I was lost

The world had me

At my worst scrape

They tried to kill me

With hopelessness

With sadness

With madness

I was going crazy

Thinking I was lazy

Unable to stop

The clock of ill will

From turning the tables

Stealing food from my

Plate

I look at the bad Samaritans

Like God did it

Look at me now

You should have helped

But you didn’t help me

You used me

You targeted me

Aimed your insults

The butt of village jokes

With all your hate

Still unable to stop

My blessings…

See this world is hate

It is filled with hateful

Bitter human beings

They hiss and scorn

Everyone who is trying

To come out of the dark

Seeking the light

In books of wisdom

Passions raging wild

In there you find chaos

A state of anarchy

The world burns

To kill the prophets

Who denounce pleasure

And exalt pain

This dream a cross

I bear to Golgotha

Thief beside me

I forgive you

Judas kissing pal

I forget your betrayal

Peter pan your denial

Cock crow it’s Christmas.

I’m never going back

There where I was high

Unable to tell east west

Wasted on hopelessness

You are going to hate

It is going to be hard

On your judgement

Having being impaired

By this cover

A moment in time

At my deepest point

Of need

That image you’d gossip

Savoring it for it’s juicy

You should have milked

It dry you should have

Things really do change

You never mock God

You mammon worshippers

It hits different.

PRINCE QUALITY