I don’t know what to say to you when I want to reflect on my inner nature. The words are so deep they won’t fall asleep they’ll just fall through the crease of a piece of paper, and there’s no chance to hang on because they’re so strong and there’s so much to hold I just can’t be bold, and I don’t know how to get that drug out of my system. I thought that I grew up with thugs but I found out I grew up with bugs. So, no one in my neighborhood had insect spray. No insect spray but you want to delay the meeting that you had with your doctor and hang in the streets in order to buy a bottle of “ coke” I didn’t smoke it but my daddy spoke it. One night I fell on my knees and I said, “ Mama please let me leave,” Cause see back then I had no time to breath, not even catch my breath not even take a leak, because  in the street all these people I don’t meet raise their guns in the air and say die because tomorrow you won’t see me. And see, back then I couldn’t win, I couldn’t fight ‘cause during the night somebody stole my bike and took a hike. And that was all before I moved away so that I could see from a better light. I thought my story couldn’t sink but this isn’t the end of my speech so I’ll just speak. When I was in school, I’d tell kids the things that I’ve seen but still remains a mystery to me. So things went along and this one kid looked at me like I stole a toy truck. That’s when teacher’s began to ask me, “ Why are you so, anti-social?” I’d think on those things not willing to speak much but write what im feeling despite there’s no healing. Hoping that time will fly by so that I could go home and get my thoughts in a rhyme. Just maybe if I wrote my words on paper someone would understand me. Cause, in the meantime I’ll have to confess my sins and leave the past behind on me. I’d say to myself, why did I have to be a ship breaker or a taker, instead make my momma proud and become a maker. I say there’s no reason to understand the guilt that withdrew me from the realism of actuality. Now that I’ve lived not even half my life my momma is dead and my daddy doesn’t want me. But, it’s okay because in my mind it said, Look between the lines and there you’ll find a book to buy up your time, there you’ll find your happiness where words come alive and you don’t have to worry ‘cause it’s not about what you go through it’s about imagining what you will become. And before I know it, I’ll be covered in a darkness so deep I’ll have to get rid of my nemesis and my fate will have to wait because now, is the time to shine. So, just go ahead and do your thing cause you’ll mount to something that’s not even small.