Hood of my Soul
I'm trying to remember the deepest part of me.
The Hood in my soul where darkness and distraught use to consume me.
And where insecurity hid and all the evils of my past use to live
Where depression walked the alleys and anxiety owned the blocks.
The ghettos of my soul housed the heartbreak with dreadlocks and the misfired love glocks
The Hood of my soul
The Hood of my soul
Nostalgic thoughts of polluted streets of my soul
I wasn't whole.
The only way out was an antidepressant toll
Into nothingness.
Into the emptiness of the soul.
No feelings no emotion was the goal
It was better than the hood
It was an empty bowl.
The kind that sent you around in circles and trapped you in a void
Oh how I miss the noise
The noise of the hood of my soul.
Take me back to the streets of pity and pain
So I can appreciate how I'm living now that I've gained
A grasp of how that insecure hood shaped me to move into the plains of beneficial vain.
And to give a testimony and explain how I was saved by missing the turn to toll and taking another lane.
The Hood of my soul
The hood of my soul.
How grateful I am to where you've now placed me.
This poem is about:
Me