Before

"Before"

Poem derived from my first completed journal, Black and Blue (2018-2019). Written July 17th 2018.

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Fuck the ego.

That's what I'm thinking,

or the mind that operates the vessel to my soul,

at least.

"You think like a 50 year old,"

he said.

STOP.

I had to write these words,

in red ink,

before the new mets hit,

and they might kill my creativity,

in the words I chose to spew.

It's a catch 22.

I didn't even write this shit before here,

because I wanted the TRUTH.

It's a double edged sword.

I fear losing myself

with and without the pill.

Lost my gift?

Or lose my sanity?

Loss is inevitable.

Thus, before I say "see you later" to Lefty,

I will channel my spirit daily,

to keep my purpose going,

in black and blue ink.

No fear.

No nothing.