I'm broke.

In all aspects. 

Like the faucet in the projects dripping, that's waiting to be fixed, while the landlord's getting his fix. All white. All rock. In veins. In vain. 

 

I’m beat.


All around.


Like physically, really mentally like a game, candy crush. 

 


I’m an addict.


Same mistakes.


Like putting my hand directly into the same fire and repeatedly saying, “ouch”. 

 

I’m human.


Be invincible.


Like playing super heroes as kids because the seeds were planted in us to be flawless. 

 

So, sorry Beyoncé I’m a repeat offender of flaws.

 

I’m just a HUMAN ADDICT that BEAT ALL ASPECTS.

 

As you view from the top to the bottom. I view from the bottom— up. 
That ensures me that I’ll always be striving.