I often wonder will things get much more tolerable
Wondering if the future sorrow is enough to swallow
Will I have enough capital for my family to borrow
Wondering if I will be able to say every night,
"I get to wake up next to the man of my dreams tomorrow"
The older I become and the more I begin to live,
The more reality sinks in and showcases an imagery beyond livid
Only 7 when I began to write
That same exact age was when I had to fight over and over for my life
I'm human, yes I say ****** phrases out of spite
But in all actuality I speak what's on my mind to sleep peacefully at night
Words are powerful
Encouraging notions can mend broken hearts
The lack of love and bravery to stand up for what we believe is tearing society apart
I just landed in the home that made me who I am
I felt that I should give you a little bit of my mind so you'll understand WHO I AM
I want you, you reading this to adore me for my kind words
Only because they become powerful once they're heard
I'm human far from perfect
But every word I write and process through my cranium is worth it