I give up....

I give up pretending to be something that I am not

I give up pretending to be an angry person for she possessed me yesterday

I give up pretending to ignore the issues that others may have because at the end of the day, it’s very likely they are similar to mine

I give up building up a wall that’s just made of my own self righteous ego and nothing BUT

I give up spending second after second on a social media platform that’s not going to get me further in life and instead go back to living in the 90s before the time of getting stressed out with dial up connection and having to do PC art using Paint instead of Photoshop.

I give up holding my iPhone frickin’ 7 in my hand and because I can, I throw it on the floor and get the hell out of this ****** cursed claustrophobic flat and go outside and breathe in the fruits of the loom and the United colours of NOT frickin’ Benneton and feel my body become global hypercolour from the inside out changing from red to green

I give up all that’s just a deadly toxic disease that I have caught because of the powers that be, the propaganda, and all the lies, and its only when I do this and go outside, I realize that the world I reside in doesn’t have to feel like it’s shrunk in some oblivious size and by doing so


I


AM


FREE

Pay homages to the ones who open
the door for you to climb and
succeed.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
He saw crumbs with his wife
and children.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
For the home was not full of love,
he choose to raise and nurture
fear.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
He saw wealth in chasing the
thrill of the illicit than soothing
the pain he caused with us in the
picture.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
Who now recalls that he's getting
old. You think you're a man.
You were never a man.
You were and always
will be an immature
boy.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
If anyone was my Father,
it was definitely my mother.
She did all she can to shield me.
She practically raised me.
With her, I didn't have any
memory re-written.

He may have fathered
me but he was never a father.
My mother played at both roles
But of course, she's strong because
she had her father and the
Holy Father.
They all are still here.
They will guide me.
He added another year
so I know He loves me.
I'll make my mistakes.
I may walk the wrong path
But with them at my side,
I'll always find my way back.


Truth of the matter is
Any man can be a father, but it takes a
REAL man
to step up and be
a Dad.

Skyscraper,
skyshaper,
skysharper...

Don't mind the fall of ascending
for its gravity does the work for you.

A passageway to this wind tunnel is open now,
yet the recoil is still undone.

Leave the rest to the high-rise end,
and embrace your bound to the above.