I take way too much pride in myself to mindlessly dwell on when or how success will prevail. The situation that Iâm placed in by choice via self regurgitates the hate I feel for those from that place as well.
As man in the mirror stares, the voices feel unfamiliar.
The realer subject Iâm stuck with is how Iâm planning to deal with the door I kicked off the hinges so demons can come and dwell, as I reason with heavenâs angels on skin deep condition spells.
Woke up to find my grandpa passed. Ainât even call him that. Reached out 10 years ago, he still ainât call me back.
I revel in resentment. Prenatal hate in my cardiac on behalf of mothers raising sons out from all of that.
Moms thinks I blame her for keeping sane.
Had to cut the umbilical and charge it to the game.
She held the same job since I learned to say her name and said, âItâs just me and you in the end. No one loves the same.â
Whatâs crazy I spent every year since tryna convince her that Iâm not some ghetto halfaway that donât need make amends with the lack of guidance needed for systemic ways we live from the men we never hear it from because they were never kids.
My friends wasnât doing what they doing now before they met me.
Most of âem move around me like a chess piece tryna check me, like we playing the same game, but sacrificing queens was never a kingâs legacy.
Pops told me text before I call. If ainât nothing popping, probably wonât even talk at all. Moms still afraid to see me fall.
She say before you leave the house make sure you know we at war.
I Am Hueman Too. See all soon.
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