Why is it that I can’t suffer in silence?
A blade of grass has more strength than me, stepped on all the time, defecation in steaming streams…
But no tears. No screams.
Writing is the super ability God has given to me, but fear steals my presence from the gift in me
Terrified of sounding weak, or sustaining a lyrical breach, nobody will take me seriously if I don’t Sodom and Gomorrah all performances and always kill everything
But the pressure sometimes feels like it’s breaking me
I keep looking around, expecting to see diamonds, but my handprints are opposites of Midas, I lift them up and whoops something else is dying
I keep winning at stuff I’m not trying at, but as soon as I give it my attention it runs away from me like a grade school crush to the other side of the class
Do you know what that’s like?
My mom is sun
My dad is night
I’m equipped to inhabit any environment, no child left behind, but I still can’t seem to get it right
Poetry is starting to feel like my only outlet, although no power’s coming out yet, she understands that I’m a complicated love, never threatens to make me her ex…
I feel like I missed the peak I never reached, all this power quivering to be unleashed, you should see me when I spazz out and get angry, there’s a glimpse of the indomitable titan that I can be… or once was… my career took off and exploded without me…
I’m just dancing in the shower of sparks the fireworks of my dreams left behind.
Sometimes I wanna call my cousin and share my complexities, but I always second guess it, because I never wanna disappoint or discourage her
I was supposed to be the strong one
I don’t get it
Now I’m Andre three thousand
The outcast sibling
This emotional well is endless, even when this verse is over it still hasn’t ended yet
I’m still questioning, is this poetry or the cadence to reader’s digest
Can you pinpoint the tip of a flickering candle?
That word just on the edge of your tongue?
That fond memory just out of reach?
If so, then maybe…
You can see me.