I don’t know if you think like me?
By: Callum Mkellz
Tags: Poetry On Medium, Race, Mind, Youth Empowerment, Lockdown Diary

I don’t know if you think like me?

I’ve only reached year 22 you’ll see

It seems my mind makes connections unpredictability

I take it as some sort of undiagnosed ADHD.

An only child

Sometimes I imagine distant realities

Looking to the white ceiling

Perpetually facing my calamity.

I said it out loud,

and I’m not quite sure what it means.

I had to google the words to make sure of the roots and in-betweens.

Let me give an example.

See…

We all live in one world

But on different plains and spaces.

Circulating through a number of countless phases.

Till clothes become tasteless

Some of us may even make it onto stages

You may write a maze of pages…

17, 18, 19 Novels

Which become contagious!

I avoid the eyes of countless face

Each day in the streets trading places

My body is trapped in a world of rats racing

Footsteps tapping and constant pacing.

Here I’ve been stuck.

Waiting around before

Around for more.

But not like this…

We’re Locked-down but anchored

Yet I am still to see real hardships.

As I contemplate again falling into my dreams and waking up to the distaste of my reality

A world washed with disease,

racists , I plead of sanitation

for all these white hypocrisy’s.

There are things much deeper than me.

Don’t pet me please!

Since school, A mad dog ridden with fleas

Leashed into a world perpetually facing my calamities.

With speed deeds works ways into sown seeds

What does manifest really mean,

Are we in control of our destiny

When you cant follow through

to edge of your dreams?

You fall and I wake

drowning in a living matrix.

Mirrors, smoke screens

Man, I could bally up

pocketing screens.

Us London fiends.

So I ask you,

when the energy shifts and changes

does it make you realise that we are going through stages,

like various uncontrollable dreams.

Sounds like a movie we’ve all seen.

Insanity- no.

Inception working in teams.

Even if I watch that shit twice

do I really need to know what it means?

But we’re all here nextflix & chilling.

Living on different plains

with different pains

in various places.

A photographer.

I capture faces

many faces.

Once apon a time

you could erase us and never retrace us.

But now technology replaces, it’s tasteless.

Tracing countless mouth, eyes, ears, near, far

Who ever you are straight or queer,

Each passing smile and every forgotten tear.

You remark.

It is what it is!

When you don’t really know wtf it is.

A life that makes us forget death.

And clutch all that is so close and so dear.

Maybe it’s the sirens,

they’re so so loud here.

I know some of you still can’t hear here.

Black lives matter every single day of the year.

Honestly I love you all so much.

But sometimes even I live in fear.

A fear of failure, A fear of prevailing

Successful sailing.

I’ve always been abandoned,

washed up on some beautiful shoreline.

Castaway I’ll be fine on my own,

I’d survive, yes.

A life with out fears, no.

But I have to be thankful for this.

Time, unlike money, It can’t be owed or borrowed.

Some find that a pill hard to swallow.

Our time is always ours to make way

So I wrote this nocturnal thesis in hope my calamities will fade away.

I should try fall asleep in time for day.

Written by Callum M-K