You dishonor the father and your mother
When you murder your own brothers over colors
We become fools instead of royalty
When you as a queens doubt your kings
We become weaker as men if you listen
To how we speak down on our women
And trade the name bitch for their givens
One thing I learned…
You get what you earn
Polo and Jordan’s but mama struggling
Designer doesn’t mean anything when family still suffering
I’ve seen spirits.
Never met them nor spoke.
But been in there company.
We’ve looked eye to figure
Some were even recognizable
Grandmother, Pop, aunt Ethel.
I watched them watch me.
Uninterrupted analysis of each other
I noticed them, they knew me
They’ve watched me grow
Skinny and big ears
Now they see my progress
Tall, healthy as an ox
Their spirits protect me
I’ve seen spirits.
Competing constantly to be FIRST
Thinking about it all night, can’t sleep for a SECOND
Get paid the beginning of the month but broke by the THIRD
Stressing more and more henceFORTH
I’m to the point I feel like I need to drink a FIFTH
Drained all 5 senses I’m searching for the SIXTH
You’re the only thing I see
Why do you leave my vision
Wasn’t much to talk about
Nothing even worth a mention
Can’t focus on anything anymore
Impossible to pay attention
Hopefully things go up from here
I’m looking forward to the ascension
Creative minds produce creative thoughts.
Attempting to save the essence of originality for the reason that once everyone thinks the same, creativity is lost.
Although you’re an employee you still have the potential to outdo the boss.
Never let them capture your beliefs, only you control your thoughts.
Life can change quicker than a blink.
They can own the ship you just have to jump off before it sinks.
They’ll kick you once down.
Just keep smiling ear to ear,
Never let them see you frown.
It never gets easier,
You just become stronger.
Let success be your revenge,
Til they can laugh no longer.
Pain is not only a knife slicing through flesh.
It can begin as unnoticeable as a baby’s pinch.
In time the pressure grows and the nails get sharper.
The infant grows into an adult so the fingers strengthen.
The grip becomes tighter…
The torturous hold seems unbreakable though the bond is still compassionate.
The pain is no longer hidden since the cause is now apparent.
The thing that’s caused so much hurt is now obvious to see.
The tiny fingers have in time become the knives that you dreaded.
The real question now is, can you abandon the child?
Can you truly learn to leave something you once held and loved so dearly but now causes more grief than good?