~My Mind

You don’t know.
Having to constantly prove my worth to those I adore.
Seeking validation for my hard work, ideas, my worth
just for them to say meaningless words
in criticism at my dreams
or spit perceptions upon my feet in foul laughter,
All just for approval…

~My Mind

You don’t know.
You don’t know the pressure & weight I’ve endured as a black man.
On this battlefield with 50 other different shades of skin,
surviving on pay checks, to fight to the top of the throne we humans call “business”.
Trying to make beyond the figures of one’s lifetime to pay off rooted tree debts.
Defending my honor in pride & through ego in demand
that the next man will not 1-up me.
Because I owe it to my family since I’m the chosen one.

I knew
She was the
One
When she
Listen to
My trauma,
And began
To nurture me
Whole