You'll have more bad days than good.
You'll experience more pain
than you should have to.
At times, you'll feel broken; weak.
But you're stronger than you would think.
And when you find that strength,
that reason to stand,
you will come to understand
you have new responsibilities.
Responsibilities to yourself.
To the ones you let in.
Even responsibilities to the ones
who get under your skin.
You've come so far already,
but there's still so much to do.
I'll leave you to it.
I just want you to know I'm proud of you.

Who am I really?
Will I ever know?
                                                           ­              Whose hiding behind the mask?
                                                           ­               I don't think I'll ever let it show.
One day maybe I'll be okay
But today just isn't that day.
                                                            ­                 Who knew I could still bleed,
                                                          ­                 Who knew I could be so weak
I'm just ready to say goodbye
Life ***** and I don't wanna live.

Please tell me that my beauty sends you into a high you've never felt before.
Tell me that my touch leaves you buzzed and wanting more.
Show me I'm intoxicating and glamorous like a Hollywood star.
I want you to be speechless.
Tell me I'm pretty.
I want you to act, speaking does nothing.
I want to see how weak your knees are around me,
I want to hear you stumble on your words,
I want you to say you believe in God. In angels. In love.
I need this validation.
I need to see it. Hear it. Show it.
There s no other way to make me feel beautiful.
I've tried.

Now I Have To Say That SADLY...
That My Lifetime Has Seen...
A Lot of Things That Are WEAK... !!!

From Thinking That WREAKS...
... of PURE STUPIDITY... !!!

To The Type of WEAK Speech...
That’s Now Seen On TV’s...
And In Political Scenes... !!!

And When It Comes To Poetry...
It Seems That Many Lean...
To The REJECTION of Words...
of... REALITY Verse... !!!

When They Have DEEP MEANING...
WAY ABOVE The Ceiling...
of These Poetry Weaklings... !!!

Who’d Rather Write For FUN...
Instead of Deal In Stuff...
That Speaks On Governments...
And Acts of IGNORANCE... !!!

Now When It Comes To Love...
In Poetic... Writings...
It’s Not A Weak Thing... !!!

But It’s FOOLISH And NAIVE...
To..... REJECT Poetry...
That Speaks REALITY...
About How Love Can Be...
BEHIND What People See...
And Seem Happy To Believe...

Like When Behind The Scenes...
A So Called Man Will BEAT...
A Wife Until She SCREAMS... !!!

A Love That ISN’T Seen...
By Those Who Live In DREAMS... !!!

My Mother Had To Feel...
BRUTALITY... SO REAL... !!!

That My Father PROVED To Me...
How WEAK Some Love Can Be...

When Marriages DECEIVE...
Just Like Partners Who CHEAT... !!!
Whilst CLAIMING LOVE To Be...
A Thing That DRIVES Their Minds...

Well That’s WEAK...
And FAR From...... Wise... !!!!!

ESPECIALLY When You KNOW...
How LOW Some People Go... !!!

When We DESTROY All Guns...
And Give Hatred A SHUV’...
To A Place Where Its DENIED...
A Chance To RUIN Lives... !!!

Maybe Then I’ll Sit And Write...
About Love ALL THE TIME... ?!?

But What I See...
... AIN’T A Loving Breed... !!!

Or One Who Deals...
In TOTAL Free Speech... !!!

Because It’s WEAK To Me...
To Make SERIOUS CLAIMS...
About POWERFUL Names...
And How They Behave...
In DISGRACEFUL Ways... !!!

If Their Name Then Stays...
LOCKED Inside Your Brain... ?!?

If You Are AFRAID...
of What They’ll Do To You...

DON’T Tell HALF TRUTHS... !!!

You’d Better Join Their Crew...
And Just Shine Their Shoes... !!!

And As For What’s Said...
On These Internet Threads...
About Things Now Seen...
On Social Media Feeds...

What They Now Show ME...
Is That MANY Are WEAK... !!!

But Yet They CLAIM To Be...
The STRONGEST Breed... ?!?

So REFUSE To Deal In UNITY...

So Much HYPOCRISY...
And IGNORANT Speech...
Seems To Be What Feeds...
... MANY Mentalities... !!!

And We All Know That Society...
Has All Kinds of FIENDS...
In Places Where They...
... Should NOT BE... !!!

Making CLAIMS...
About How GREAT Their Nations Be... !!!
When In REALITY They’re Clearly WEAK... !!!

Like Their Media Teams...
Corrupted Armies And RACIST Police... !!!

And When It Comes To...
... TRUTH And Honesty...

They’re CLEARLY WEAK...
When It Comes To Their USE...
And... TRANSPARENCY... !!!

About Their Moves...
That Are WORSE Than Weak... !!!

And Our Human Breed...
When It Comes To MONEY...

Is WEAK Like... **’s...
And The Pimps Who They Feed...

... Selling Their Souls...
As Well As Their Holes...
Just Like Those In *******... !!!

Is It STRONG Or WEAK...
To Give Up Your *******...
For The World To See... ?!?

Is It STRONG Or WEAK...
Or... PROGRESSIVE To Be...
One of These New Gender Breeds... ?!?

Because What’s STRONG To Me...
Is To... Have A Family...
With MUMMY And DADDY... !!!

But That’s Just ME... !!!

A Man Whose Views...
STAND STRONG Like Mans’...

Who... Do NOT Need...
To Join Up With Gangs...
And VIOLENT Street Teams... !!!

Because HONESTLY...
I Really Think It’s WEAK... !!!

To Join Up With Heads...
Just To Cause BLOODSHED... !?!

... ESPECIALLY When...
Those You Choose To STING...
Have The VERY SAME SKIN...
As The One In Which YOU LIVE... ?!?

Because It Makes NO SENSE...
To Keep Causing... DEATH...

When This HUMAN VIRUS...
CLEARLY HAS PROBLEMS...
That NEVER Seem To End... !!!

They Just Pause For A While...
And Then... RECUR Again... !?!

And Now NEW TECH...
Is What’s Seen As Being BEST...
For Humans To Progress... ?!?

Well I Guess That’s Why...
I’ve Written This Poem...

Because People Prefer...
To DENY And DEFER...

Their Minds Away From REALITY RHYMES....
Which Is Why This Piece of Poetry Speaks...

On The Things I’ve Seen...
Within Our Human Breed...

That Have PROVEN To Me...

That When It Comes To...
FACING The TRUTH...

The Majority of Our Communities...
Would Rather NOT READ...
Or Have To Deal With REALITY Themes...

Because SADLY In All HONESTY...

They Are FEARFUL And Are Mostly...

................. “ WEAK “................

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?
𝘉𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴?
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦?
𝘖𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴?
𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

I need to save you from writer's block
before you're outlined with chalk
so I outline a prompt
to lift you off
but I don't know what to suggest
your next project a must
my advice you trust
I hand you dust
which isn't much to work with
won't make any short lists
after your ignored fists
abort this
failed attempt to help with ideation
your writing equals my elation
so talk about migration
or my nation
just don't let that shining sun set
I'm sure you'll become unvexed
once you're creating subtext
after finding a subject.