In this, the 8th Episode of the North Star Podcast, host Robert Jenkins presents an original poem called, "Psalm 7-19".

Psalm 7-19-19, 1920

Seems like nothing is as good

As it used be

All them old songs

and all them old scenes

are now put away

like childish things

I claim to be a man, yet

things toy with me

for all that I pretend to be

more than I am

all my dreams remain

just that

yet I pray I never reach

my potential;

I wanna be

forever

limitless

Like oceans of grain

and flags flapping at midnight

just before the snow

some pain is sweeter

than can ever be known

or expressed

like how I

I can feel the absence

of all those

who came before me;

see their

portraits turning in my

mind like a

wheel in the sky

African, Welsh

and Kiowa Comanche

locking arms in my DNA dancing;

pausing briefly, to rest with you a

while

Oh child, things get no easier.

It's all on you.

who you gon' call and

what you gon' do?

Probably just what I was born

to:

Spit, scrap and fight.

Just because

the stairs ain't made out of crystal

don't mean I'm gon' lie on a silver

platter and submit to

these vultures and parasites above me

May God Bless and keep everyone I love

and all those who love me.