Forcing my hand, is like playing with fate.
Straight out the gate,
I navigate, this weight,
Like a feather weigh.
From the comments,
These haters, got not love,
But they love to hate.
My heart will regenerate,
The more they hate,
The scars harden;
Harder than a metal plate.
I’m at a higher state,
My mind state; great escapes,
Tall stories, planet apes.
Eating grapes, playing high stakes,
Turn your back, different stakes