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Mom,

“I never did give you the chance to comfort me.

I was too scared of my own vulnerability. 

It kept me from allowing me to be me,

And it kept you in place, no new sights to see. 

It kept us from growing, progressing and striving…

To be the best we could be and that’s my fault, and honestly…

I guess what I’m sayin is that I fucked up, I failed…

To be true to myself and what I hold dear. 

To watch out for you, to be better to you…

and to be a light on a path when one isn’t clear. 

To be strength in ways that I don’t understand,

and to always be there, when you need a hand.

Sometimes I feel bitter, of what could have been. 

I shouldn’t have stayed silent- I should have acted.

Opened my big mouth and made it happen! 

I could have changed our reality- 

Broke us free from our chains and our captivity. 

So… 

I’m sorry Mom, I truly am. 

That I didn’t see clearly…that I never took a stand. 

But I want you to know that I’m trying to be better,

And I know that its hard to tell, by my mean demeanour, 

But in my soul and my spirit, I love you and I mean it. 

Im not the best at speaking or showing my emotions, 

So I wrote you this poem so that you could read my devotion.

My love for you… deeper than the ocean.

My love for you… please don’t question.” 

**This piece isn’t perfect by any means, but it’s honest, and I think that should count for something.

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They Laugh at What they don’t Understand.

From a God to a jester, I release all the pressure. Take new identity, put smiles on my enemies, Entertain all their fantasies, pure gold what they handin me, They give it over willingly, no need to act convincingly.

See I turn dust into art, I put light where there’s dark, Minimal friends but many frenemies, I hear the hate but don’t let it bother me. See I’m different ‘bruh’, and that’s a matter of fact, Livin this human existence with my inner child still intact.

See those attempts they call attacks, ain’t nothin but straight whack. Just some birds of a feather, they water droplets off my back.

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Depressive Complacency

I keep it inside, bottle it up

Bury it deep, pray for some luck.

Dig a deep hole but got nothing to sow.

So I sit in the mud, and hope that I grow.

Depressive and complacent, I sit in my grief.

It grows and it strengthens, till its got me beat.

A burden too heavy, I’m sinking, I’m drowning

Gasping for air, I’m quietly yelling.

When the emotions pour over, I can finally feel.

Open heart surgery, it’s time to heal.

I feel the breeze again man, that shits unreal.

Almost gave up my soul, but couldn’t make the deal.

I almost gave up on life, what a damn steal

My mind is a menace, Achilles heel.

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