RealPoeticJustice

Have you ever been stuck between a rock and a hard place? And that place where your stuck be full of headaches and heartbreak? Full of trials and tribulations you just can't seem to get out of, no matter how far you climb you'll never get above? That's where I'm at, and it's no fun at all. I keep budding my head against the ceiling but time after time after time I just fall. See, I fell to realize that there is no easy fix, gotta let it play out like vibrations in drummer's sticks. My back aches and my chest is tight making it hard to breathe. They keep telling me "It'll all work out" but I find that hard to believe. Man fuck this rhyming shit I'm so pissed I need to vent. I'm so tired of the situation that I'm in. I keep trying to break free from this cycle this never ending always beginning again and again and again cycle. There is no light at the end of this tunnel there is no hope for me...as I sit and write out my life's tragedy my soul begins to bleed. Drip...drop...drip...drop...I'm running out of time. The clock is not my friend, the hour hand strokes closer and closer to the end of my days and the second hand mocks me with it's tick tocking it's steady rocking never missing a beat. I stop to catch my breath. My heart skips a beat now the rhythm is not normal... beat beat...be...be...be....flatline. As I have this out of body experience and I look back on my past look forward to my future then focus on my right now, I realize that I can not give in. I have over come so much and so much I have to still over come. There is change that only I can make, there are poems that only I can write and there are souls that only I can lick with the stroke of my pen. My heart begins to beat again. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and stand up straight...look everything that is trying to defeat me eye to eye look them dead in their face. I stand up tall like my name is Malcolm X and I proclaim before my audience of demise and self destruct that I will no longer give in. Now I have to learn to love time because it's my only friend. The pain that I feel right now is no greater then the joy I will feel when I over come it, So, I inhale greatness and exhale success so these bums and bottom feeders will choke on my second hand smoke. I beat my chest like King Kong cuz I am the beast in this mass of suicidal thoughts, households of distraught and I alone murder these incompetent notions. I stand before you naked, stripped from keen fashion sense, slick tongue, and witty since of humor and let you see me bare it all. Nothing to hide behind, nowhere to run...it's just you, me, and my pen. But I have tough skin...so I'm able to hide the deep rooted hatred that's still plowed in my heart, and the scares on my soul left not by the slave owners but my ancestors who didn't know how to cope...but to inflict on their children what was given to them . My smile is fake the twinkle in my eye is only visible when I'm high...cause then nothing hurts....TO BE CONTINUED