Umbrella terms for the verse—
kept an extra dollar in my phone cover
for a rainy day, just in case.
Courting my days until judgment day,
wondering if faith takes card or cash,
or if there’s a direct line to the man
upstairs—
’cause these blessings keep pouring
and my umbrella’s got holes in it.
And all of the things we’ve created,
wouldn’t you want be called the greatest?
Colouring my hopes in white, to the joys
of a racist— simple options just to live,
all in this really complicated life.
No one’s ever created basic,
so praises to the
Greatest.
Breaking away mirrors
just to dodge self-reflection.
Don’t cry in the clear water,
the image looking back isn’t that impressive.
And I’m not so good at first impressions;
always coming off a little
under the weather.
Still thank God for umbrella terms,
to explain how I’m feeling.
The patient patient— trying to master
more patience, while taking care of more
patients.
Thank God for umbrella terms, just to explain
how glad I am that
I made it.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:55 PM UTC
Umbrella terms for the verse—
kept an extra dollar in my phone cover
for a rainy day, just in case.
Courting my days until judgment day,
wondering if faith takes card or cash,
or if there’s a direct line to the man
upstairs—
’cause these blessings keep pouring
and my umbrella’s got holes in it.
And all of the things we’ve created,
wouldn’t you want be called the greatest?
Colouring my hopes in white, to the joys
of a racist— simple options just to live,
all in this really complicated life.
No one’s ever created basic,
so praises to the
Greatest.
Breaking away mirrors
just to dodge self-reflection.
Don’t cry in the clear water,
the image looking back isn’t that impressive.
And I’m not so good at first impressions;
always coming off a little
under the weather.
Still thank God for umbrella terms,
to explain how I’m feeling.
The patient patient— trying to master
more patience, while taking care of more
patients.
Thank God for umbrella terms, just to explain
how glad I am that
I made it.
This poem is about living under pressure with imperfect protection, using faith, humor, and umbrella terms to survive anxiety, self-reflection, and quiet depression, while still finding gratitude in simply having made it through.
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