it’s only a weak beings ego
who underestimated me ,
chose to humiliate
cold contemplate
My fate -the prize for the take,
leave my body and my mind in a worthless rotted state
But I wake up
another day , won’t hesitate to be slaves modern day and bid what they will for the Devil
not a fan of the same thing but it may change the color from blue to evil red on my mood ring when I see you in my head like a drive up movie or a viewing of the body of the dead , sadly I would run and get the snacks and get right back because I had it out before you
For me .
Your dumb
Your fat
You’re gay
You’re lame
You’re never going to make it through
Not to yourself or a friend and strangers too
Then all would see how strange indeed the boy who lurks inside of me , a full grown man held back by a child’s understanding of the things that I’ve had to see the world of all the truth, that most can not handle as adults let alone all in their youth .
It’s been a hard road and it’s not quite over now but I’m learning how to ignore somehow that voice of mine that hates me
If I can forget and forgive myself for a lifetime of abuse
that paved the way for you to do that to me too
I’ll send some love right back to you & your
Black heart of blues
desperate to feel the warmth of the vibrant autumn hues,
in awe
blush and turn red
they’d overheard a conversation that I’d had inside my head
telling me I’m nothing
that I deserve just what I get
about me how I shine how I
gleam like a beam ,
Like the Mercedes Benz
That I’ve seen only in my dreams , at nighttime it would seem , twice alone this week .
if I fight with all my might
and stay true to what is right
i will not die .
I will forever be a torch in the heart of a freshly packed meth pipe . I have sent myself here to be a warrior of light.
Take out all the evil and live all in spite .
Love without conditions and practice acceptance without suspicions .
Don’t judge me for what I do behind closed doors , with all my friends , your family members and relatives , society of secrecy of saving face despite our nose that bleeds
It is a great game of life if you play your cards just right you will get what is promised someone else’s life .
About the Creator
Evan Baker
my name is Evan.
IM a poet and a writer and artist and lover and friend and brother and wanderer .
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