Poem: Growing Pains

 

I greet this day waking

up from reality, remembering

this is my world, shaking 

to it's core.

 

Taking a look at this view, 

seeing what this world is coming

to, because I greet the day, 

chasing what I want to create.

 

I may bow to the king 

but I deserve the crown.

I greet the day, hands 

out, knees on the very 

ground.

 

Every diamond 

becoming the milestone,

to continue on, 

too greet the day, I run from.

 

From the bottom of my 

heart, I swear too God, 

I greet the day, blowing 

hope through a ring 

of smoke.

 

I greet the day, 

with everyone wanting

to become a rapper 

and I hate it.

 

After so many adolescene

years, blood, sweat and tears,

have finally shown me what 

music really is, as I greet 

the day, with wasted tears

of an angel's face.

 

Pushing through each 

chapter of a book, I 

greet the day, looking through

the eye's of a sinner's.

 

My heart has only 

one love like serena 

and venus, greeting 

the day.

 

Hip-hop and jazz,

smooth playing,

as I greet the day,

with each step I take.

 

Doing everything 

I can do, before I meet

the cemetery, writing

each poem with some

patience. 

 

I greet the day, 

giving what I could

give, dreaming the dreams,

with the addiction to write

poetry.

 

Judge by my skin tone,

breaking a cycle, when your

logic intervenes, greeting

the day, assuming the greatest

even fall.

 

Realizing I have nothing

to fear, nothing has changed

but the damage, I greet 

the day with on my very arms.

 

I greet the day with some 

sunshine but what is life

without a little rain.

 

I greet the day, saying

Mama I made it, 

trying to pull me from 

the right way.

 

Not half the person,

I used to be, but I greet 

the day like it was just

yesterday.