I Regained My Steam
A poem about comebacks and setbacks
For too long, I was in the darkness
Almost couldn’t find a way out
It felt like every exit was closing in on me
Pathways turned into solid brick walls
Forming fortresses around my subconscious
Beating me alive, taking away my drive
Telling me to tell myself that I’m nothing,
never will be worth it
No one supports you, they’re just placing bets
on you to see when you’ll blow or
get sent to prison
Better yet, when his sun will set
Loneliness doesn’t make it any better
Couples smooching the heck out of each
other as if they had tootsie rolls for lips
Meanwhile I’m daydreaming
about being loved again
I get turned away, denied an opportunity to perform
Uncertainty looms, what if I end up jobless
What if I don’t ever sell another book
What if no one ever pays me to do gigs
Still feeling alone, still feeling like this
art endeavor is just a ploy
Ain’t no way in heck I’m
going to take no for an answer
There’s never a shortage of work in my department
I think I needed that slap on the head from the universe
I was beginning to fall off my game,
a brother was slacking a little bit
Complacency had me by the hand,
ready to trip me over the sand
Had to experience some losses just
to regain my steam for the trouble
The night after, I locked
myself in the closet and cried for
more than an hour
Everything just hit me then
My current circumstances
Working a below average-paying job
Still don’t have a license, although I’ll be
getting one in the fall
Debt is looming around the corner,
ready to chuck me like I’m
somebody standing in an elevator
Imagine liking someone for five years and
they’re still not following you back on Instagram
Acting like they’re too scared to surround
themselves with you, my intentions are real
I understand how you feel and what you
been through, but
Just don’t wait until it’s too late to make
your decisions, I don’t want it to come to that
Family fussing and fighting all the
time over trivial things,
who’s better than who
He said, she said
She said, they said
Breaking the generational curse
isn’t for the faint of heart
Your patience and your funds run thinner,
the hunger to become something more than
what you bargained for
Has that passion burning bright within you,
with a flame ferocious enough to turn Newark
into Paradise, California
I have broken free of that melancholy,
set myself astray from the vibrations
As I put this pen to page
Mic stand to stage
Is the sound working properly
Cue the applause, cue the applause
Thank you, it’s such a blessing to
be the featured act of this club tonight
The same club I got turned away at by
a cue ball of a bouncer
Two blocks down from the Prudential Center
It’s a pleasure to be before you, I’m now 21 to enter
Letting me go was your hugest mistake,
I’m way bigger now than I was then
Your bouncer that turned me away?
He chauffeured me here
Now…
Let the show begin!
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