Your reflections of worry washes across my grin, scrubbing out the smile of my innocence. I can see your sins, your joy so evanescent, the young world of mines filled with fright and horror, long lasting blight and morose. My mother for ten years needs a support, a foundation, someone to fill that tenure. Her pockets dime less and my stomach so ravenous, the days so timeless, praying that someone will find us, to support us, to remind us. To keep your eyes, and mind corrected on success.
Who knew my childhood would pass so fast, having to ignore the mass,"your poor, you stink...you can't play with my toys you freak,". I became a man so young, to support my moms when her smile hung. She gave her all to provide her sons with what we needed to become so humble and sensible, looking back now its so goddam mystical. To this day I'm more of a child than ever, but can take care of my business on a grander level, my sensibility, my work ethic. My drive to build my credibility in this cruel and wretched world, to inspire my generation, and to teach my predecessors, that no matter your background or ethnicity, despite what the seconds guessers say, Doesn't matter to me. We all have greatness within us and this may be cliche to say that every day, we grow, we grow into our maturity, out of our insecurities, into woman hood or into man hood, or out of whatever mess you're in, this is the message im saying. Keep reaching for that star above.