Many times I've watched
women arrive in my life
with false hopes of our utopian lives together
and the words of love perfuming their breath
only to watch them later on quickly
gather their belongings in order to make a hasty exit
with the only words of explanation being shouted over her shoulder
as she crosses the threshold she exclaims
it just isn't the same and you no longer speak of utopia and that once fragrant aroma of love no longer fills the air,
but don't worry
I'll be ok

At one time the allegiances of my brothers
well than made up for the fact that
my blood wasn't theirs yet now it only means
that the friends I keep close will one day eventually
become the enemies that I must keep even closer
you once would have taken a bullet for me, now
your only thought is to put a bullet through me
but the line of people who want me gone is long
and sorry to say you're not at the top of that list as excutioner
But don't worry
I'll Be Ok

I'll Be Ok
I'll Be Ok
I'll Be Ok
has become my mantra, my motto and
my only means of salvation
when it seems as though no one
wishes to save me

So as my pen scribbles across
the page feverishly writing my thoughts
as tears cause the ink to run I just keep saying
to myself
Don't worry
I'll Be Ok