I think of a new idea and I jot it
I’ll type it and spell it
Wrong
In my right mind
It will be perfect
My perfect mind will never be enough for the world
But the lesser will hear me
And I will make us equal
I can’t rise long
But I still can
I can dance and sing
I can write
I can’t stay the same
But I’ll say your name
Even after years of hurt
I’ll say you did something good in my life
You will show up in poems
You will show up in dreams
And we will be equal
Because you can’t write like me
People from the streets can feel more than me
Their scars speak more then that $
And when they die and are in a grave
They will have a story
You will have a lesson
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC
I think of a new idea and I jot it
I’ll type it and spell it
Wrong
In my right mind
It will be perfect
My perfect mind will never be enough for the world
But the lesser will hear me
And I will make us equal
I can’t rise long
But I still can
I can dance and sing
I can write
I can’t stay the same
But I’ll say your name
Even after years of hurt
I’ll say you did something good in my life
You will show up in poems
You will show up in dreams
And we will be equal
Because you can’t write like me
People from the streets can feel more than me
Their scars speak more then that $
And when they die and are in a grave
They will have a story
You will have a lesson