I used to write backwards because straightforward didn't rhyme right
And the talent I wasted tasted like lemon turned into lime bites
Water turned into wine might sober me up enough for this
Losing my track of time might show me which way the future is
I thought I knew a stanza from two pillars on a white house
I thought I knew racism from a job denied or a sharp mouth
The moment the fairy tales were no longer read or told to me
I realized the lies I mistook for truth were still holding me
A hostage to my environment, one thing alone could deliver me
From backward to forward one small step toward a bigger me
I found her on the corner of wisdom, love, and theology
Allow me to introduce my soulmate: her name is Poetry