My Chapters

Im not a rapper, but listen as I write this story//

It holds chapters covered in rust with holes punched through, call it glory//

And with each turn the page tares and with it, the ink smears//

underlined in blood sweat and tears is the worry a kid left as he read their//

broken spine from falling tho still holding together//

Each written letter is a memory for another to be lead their//

He isnt composed tho, walks with strides for he knows, not to let the pain show from inside//

Theirs scars from battle, carried with pride//

tho wounds only fade from strangers for its family this time//

Like oil mixed with water, soon it separates//

Cant be blended so a room filled with jealousy cant operate//

And its the pain of my worst enemy that sheds tears tho, gives me a grin//

I can barely walk tho Im compared to a kid//

Tho god hands his toughest battles to those who dont flinch//

So if this is me then you the bird that hasn't left your nest yet//

I got burns on my flesh, hidden beneath//

like the metal that gouged out pieces of meat in my knee// 

Almost had to cut it off//

like those who did this to me//

Am I a millennial for wanting to see this vision in me//

Capturing the essence through camera lenses for I loose faith that I might make it another day//

So I create poetic art like this so they say I left a art form this way//

or is it an indecency for a man to show his emotions this way//

pour my heart into a pen while creating scenes like a film maker through haymakers//

In absence of strength my stories jump off pages and into your face//

So that I may fall upon your palms and be carried this way//

I need a cane just to take two steps, but Im a provider//

I cant begin to sit for rest//

Behind glass its an hour, I cant depend on stress//

In the silence I build my empire//

It motivates tho deteriorates my mind as if Im a heap of mess//