This poem was inspired by the song “Kill Jay-Z " from his album 4:44. I am safe, and I’m not having any thoughts of harming myself. If you are concerned, call me if you have my number or message me. Enjoy.
Kill Barnaby…
They’ll never love you; you’ll never be enough.
Let’s keep it real, Barnaby.
Fuck Barnaby…
He said Fuck. Not only did he say Fuck he cursed his God
Ain’t he a Christian?
He might be crazy.
Yes, he might have an episode.
What was that he said?
Oh, Schizo
Yeah, he has a schizophrenic mind, or was it bipolar?
No matter, the balance of his thoughts is too much.
The social scale has been tipped.
He’s talking about people hurting.
The pain is real.
Yet to peel the hurt publicly is too much.
Is everybody crazy?
Funny how an institutionally insane is questioning the insanity of you…
Barnaby?
What happened to your heart?
What happened to your passion to never depart?
Jesus saves; He’ll never let you go?
Let me start…
Christian love is hate.
Fuck, what's wrong with everyone?
I let go of Jesus; it was all a charade.
And then Creativity has been drained from us.
We out here in survival.
Not painting our words onto this canvas, making a blank into a Picasso.
We in the Blue period: these words written in poverty. Not a dollar to my name.
This poem is covered in Jay-Z blue.
Written at 4:44.
Die Barnaby…
No need for an alibi, Barnaby…
Your words are like knives thrown.
They pierce the heart and provoke a spark of anger.
I am disappointed in you, Barnaby
You’re in a bad place, Barnaby
Who are you, Barnaby?
Did you take your meds, Barnaby?
Cry Barnaby…
You know the pain is real, but numb to it.
Cut off from friends who I thought would be there for me.
You’ll die alone, Barnaby.
What’s up, Barnaby…
You know they loved you when you were on fire for Christ?
They loved the pew Barnaby.
They loved you. You were invincible; you had principle.
Nah, Barnaby, Bye Barnaby…