Webster’s dictionary defines 'jaded' as “made dull, apathetic, or cynical by experience or by having or seeing too much of something.”
Let me tell you about my divorce. Left me destitute with no remorse. Thought it was a match made in heaven But how could it be when it was forced? Three months living in a blissful **** There was no way we could tell. My wife left me, abandoned me In our apartment by myself. She said she didn’t love me anymore As she walked out the door She filed for our divorce Using $200 I had saved up, of course. It seemed like she unraveled my universe And as if things couldn’t get any worse She was pregnant with my daughter And tried to keep me away from her. It seemed like every day I was cryin’. I didn’t even care if I was dyin’. Pain was so bad it’s like my heart was ripped out of my chest by a lion. Yah, and it’s like...
I just got tired of carin’ And I just kept starin’ At my hands and my feet ‘Cause I got nothing in between I am jaded I am jaded
I wrote this several months ago. Originally, it was a rap, with a lot more to it. I wrote this to help myself and others get over the pain of divorce. Since then, I have healed, but perhaps it may help someone else.
I don't want a shoulder to cry on anymore. I want to tie my shoes and sprint forward, bounding, leaping towards my goals. I will make every step with confidence. I will run straight through every wall, every obstacle, every barrier set in my path. Nothing will stop me, cause I am the Storm. And with the speed of lightning and the raging boom of thunder, I won't be stopped.
They say a rose by any other name will still smell as sweet But what about another color Will a black rose still captivate the heart And remind you of love? Or will it be ****** doomed and cast away Its aroma enchant you and fill you with **** or will it remind you of death and decay This ***** is strong Its stems carry the burden of people forgotten This ***** is dangerous Its thorns stab and ***** In the name of vengeance Vengeance for every rose cast aside for its imperfections This ***** is beautiful Its petals flawless and noble A red rose thrives in the sun and wilts under pressure But the black rose Grows in all conditions Plants strong roots in concrete and despite the odds I rise!
And like a bird She flies away. She sings her song in ultimate joy. Her heart flutters. Singing what comes to mind. Soon as she is approached. She flies away. The wind beneath her arms. She goes higher and higher. Stopping in mid air, Her arms tired & sore. The life she deserves isn't far. Gliding towards the horizon. Soon as she finds peace. It is easily disturbed. Looking around to find the best place. Seeking shelter she flies further. Appearances aren't at all what they seem. For this she is labeled and taken for granted. Curiously placing one foot in front of the other. Veering the opposite direction. Her heart falling faster and faster. They don't know her worth. She flies higher and higher