Some answers come so easy
the questions be barely worth asking.
Some things root in the back
ova man’s head,
wrestle him in the dark
an follow him ’round
for the rest a his life:
Why I never run to freedom?
How my heart make room
for two women?
When I come to know God?
An what did I pretends not to know
’bout the men an the facts
a the great expedition?
I’ve studied on these same questions
for many a year, struggled with some
a the answers, an eventually come to terms
with all they truths
no matter who ear them sting.