We fought and I haven’t stop fighting myself about it since.

I’ve been trying to hold on to patience since the diagnosis.

I know Freedom like today knows tomorrow.

Like happiness knows sorrow. Sorrow learned to breathe under water. 

It was taught while I would torture myself.

Walk behind myself.

Count myself in Quarters.

Hope lost souls will unite with me.

And stand with me on the mountains we’ve made for ourselves.

Screaming why did I hit that woman! I swore she hit me! Maybe.

Her lyrically ability to make me cry like a bitch took shape in my eyes. I felt a fist on my face.

At times her words left the taste…

of blood on my teeth. I would touch when I would speak to myself in my mind about it

Hallucinogens is what I take to make it through the day.

Fronting in the back of long lines to salvation.

Lord, Please let me make it! 

I fought the one who fought for me. I hope to see the luxury in the lies I told myself to forget about it all. Like…

Let’s a new chapter and Better things will come after.

The disaster came the day that lady stopped me in the street with a warning.

Told me God is coming for my desires. Told me of being rewired.

As if she saw my box of confusion. Order from chaos. It all started the day I felt neglect. 

I left myself and the pain still lingers in my chest. Not an asthmatic but the damage is, and if I’m stuck in it. What does that make me? Out of breath. Fighting to stay here. A place I once desired but no longer. But the longing couldn’t be stronger. What I want

Couldn’t be further from needing glasses. 



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