By Arcassin Burnham


Bad life,
"Define it",
Okay, give you a glimpse of everything like those long rainy days,
When I had nowhere to go when my mom kicked me out the third
Time , shattering moments in my memories causing us to part ways,
Blamed God for that too, Blamed God for everything,
Looking at the past in my head drives me ******* insane,
Wishing everyday my feet would walk into a new chapter where I
Don't have to struggle anymore than what they proclaim,
I use to be able to make people laugh when their down,
I had a lot of people and a lot of friends than my fingers could count,
There was no reason but there was , to make me feel like an outcast,
To be revolted against, and I had kiss some peoples ***,
Suffering from a phobia that you can't control most of the time would
Allow you to go through bad things and remember the past,.
So if you've been through what I've been through and you're at peace
With yourself now And you love yourself, don't be afraid,
Raise your glass,


I was,
I was....

I was just a lonely black kid looking for friends
When I stumbled upon you.....
Staggering like silk or silver in my mind as it
Centered around you...
You.....

I won't define you.

My eyes, rarely raining
get misty at specific times
as do the Redwood Trees
come morning time
and I, when I get around talking
about my parents

Blame it on the Onions
I love when plants demand things from me
like crying or prickly tingles
from a stinging nettle plant
getting slapped on the skin of my neck
and so painful sensations even out

Now I let myself feel more
ground my feet and hands on the forest floor
have a moment in the silence where
the stunning beauty around me becomes a background
like unhappy people on vacation
distracted
and then I'm back in the hotel room
alone
at least, thankful for comfort and warmth

My heart beats are tied to his feet

Every step is another skipped beat