You don’t got to like me,
Nor Even look my way,
For I am going to do that damn thing,
Anyhow,
Either way,
Just know I am here to live my truth,
Be awesome when I can,
All in all,
I am the man,
Or woman. 🙂
Tell the haters back up
Photo by Charles Etoroma
Yapping, yapping, yapping,
Clapping, clapping, clapping,
Capping, Capping, Capping,
Why won’t you shut the fudge up,
Like damn,
Your mouth is just running,
Like it’s on auto pilot,
Like god damn,
Shit,
Why are you always talking?
I walk away,
You follow,
I close the door,
You open it,
I put on headphones,
You start to talk in sign languages,
I feel like there is no escaping,
I think to myself,
What the fudge did I do?
Do I deserve this pain,
That’s coming from you,
Unless,
There is something more severe,
I am losing my damn mind,
Things are getting weird,
For all I want to do,
Is plot,
How to get you to shut the fudge up,
And maybe,
Just maybe,
I can hear my own thoughts,
And stop blocking my own blessings,
From someone using up,
Or have used up all their time,
On the clock,
I am fitting to clock out,
And three hundred this clown,
In chest or in the face,
With a roundhouse…
Are you coming or going?
What does that mean?
Are you ready to walk a mile,
In my shoes,
And see how that feels,
Like,
Wondering all day and night,
When we be my next meal,
Or how the hell am I,
Going to pay this light bill,
I might chill with you,
But my main goal,
Is to get out of debt,
But you got no money,
Asking me to pay for you,
Getting me hella upset,
Like,
What the hell you think you on,
This ain’t no charity,
If you couldn’t pay for what you eat,
When I spaz out,
Don’t you get mad at me,
Thinking I got it,
When I am returning bottles,
To cake up on some chips,
As I build up,
You want to jump in for a dip,
Shiz is crazy,
I ain’t trying to be a slave,
I am just trying work my way up,
To one day getting paid,
To one day can I slay,
To one day I can say,
I did this shiz,
Call life,
I never had a path,
My water gone today,
How do I take a bath,
As you bathe in fragrances,
Dances your life a way,
A king came,
And picked you up,
For you everything is made,
You don’t got to slave,
To you,
Money don’t mean anything,
These are just some of misfortunes,
That happens like everyday.
Can’t end the story there,
Nope,
Fearing been broke,
Someone else winning,
Boasting,
Head case,
Coke,
Drugged mind,
Folk,
Need saving,
Hand me a cape or a cloak,
Draining my brain,
Racing,
Pacing to the endless beyond,
Like,
What the hell are you on?
I am done talking,
But you continue on more,
The boundary was posted,
They passed it,
As if blind,
But I bet if a cliff was there,
You would have no life left,
Sooooo,
Guess what,
Every time you pass,
The posted signs,
My only impression could be,
Is you want death,
Someone to end it,
For you to see,
There is no coming back,
Periodt.
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Photo by Annie Spratt
The bucket list of just do it…
Create your own opportunities…
You might have to wait,
Even show up to the gate,
Late,
Waiting,
Holding on tight to the handle,
Ready to twist,
But the entrance ain’t ready,
For you just yet,
For the presence,
In how you are going to enter,
Others may not know how to accept,
But are we waiting for them,
Nope,
We going to step in how we want to,
Flashing whatever we want to,
It don’t even matter if they see,
I see me,
And seeing how I got in and there,
Is only a concern for myself,
I created my angle,
Developed and sketched,
And the masterpiece,
Is whatever it is,
I walk in with.
Photo by Warren Wong
I thought I lost you,
2 days ago,
It’s like time,
Is on it’s own time,
Running faster each minute,
Never pausing for me to catch up,
It’s always a chase,
The girl I meant to say hi too,
The guy she forget to say bye too,
The difference I thought I could have made,
But in bed is where I lay,
Tired,
Aching,
Can’t move,
Is how my day ends,
And start again,
My life in blues.
Photo by Jason Dent
All I ask of you,
Is to be you,
Be as beautifully,
As you could,
For I want to open up,
See you enter through,
My doors,
I choose,
You,
Creating moments,
We will never forget,
Dispose of moments,
That we will always regret,
It’s true,
It’s you,
That changed me,
Giving me the ability,
To not run or flee,
But to me,
Around you,
Making us,
Is all I ask.
Photo by Richard Balog
