Getting it Wright
A Poem of Moving Forward
Now is the time to display and teach. My words do reach.
And so I got to thinkin,
bout all the time’s I spent drinkin,
how long the lone brick road,
passing state line and city street was.
In a few days,
the first anniversary of a deep scar,
although I’d washed and cared the wound,
gently, long and hard —
In a few days,
will be the last of many more firsts,
no longer clinging me to hurt,
or at least it’ll keep me a reminder,
of everything golden I shall birth,
for there is no longer any room,
for things with no worth,
moving forward.
Time here is borrowed,
Ever day is a new tomarrow not promised,
according to how I might may,
this is me being honest.
This is how I live,
so I tend to be misunderstood,
and if there are glories that had come by my pain,
I should name,
it is all the things I learned,
in scorn.
Such as,
“there are no rules,”
naive plays the fool,
and some would only like,
to be treated as a tool.
All of which I have been,
wasting time on things,
apparently that “should have been.”
I’ve got no rival,
I’m not just here for survival,
and I’m going to love who I love.
Unapologetically,
I don’t care for them hoes,
they ain’t me.
Let em’ talk, who cares anymore,
not me.
3/5/2024
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………
As ego talks, angelic hearts arise,
I too, have been called those names,
when others felt the same misunderstanding,
in a dark hearts landing,
feeling shame to shift on another,
but here I shall stand.
I stand tall,
let me ask you,
what possibilities do we create,
when we take responsibility for what we ate?
What we ate?
Yes, you ate the lies of another so it’s held deep within,
an object, an opinion of hate,
creating doubt,
putting another down when you don’t even see the crown.
What possibilities are sown when you only judge your own?
What miracles are seen when you don’t listen to fiends,
that is who they are until they do the work,
in a world where we rely on another opinion,
to feel okay.
If we are phased by another’s nay,
tell me, what else could we be doing?
I said once before,
“Let me make my mistakes. If I don’t, I will never learn.”
Besides, there was much more going on than what you ever heard,
and me?
I was just something no one else could see.
You see? I’m a bit salty having Mom ask,
I don’t have to agree with what was done,
the past is not here to stay,
nor has it won.
From my heart, I understand myself first,
which gives me capability to understand others.
I will be genuine. I will be unapologetically real.
I can ‘not be okay’ and still go about my day.
— And I will say, I’m not okay,
but I understand.
This is not a weakness, it is power.
Here is the thing, the one who makes drama and says they don’t deal with drama will always be pointed out when they talk about others. They are pointed out by setups, fake messages, fake adjustments, fraud, two-faced smiles to make family look perfection then judge another's faults. A set up for emotional neglection — and that’s not okay — but I will say, it’s okay.
Not because I’M OKAY with what you have done but because I have mature understanding that you cannot look within and find great things to talk about yourself and you don’t like your reflection.
This is my honesty in this up straight confession. You hurt me. You lied. You manuiplulated, you sabotaged — but so have I. Don’t you know, it’s a domino effect until one stands tall to end all who wreck?
I am me. I am her.
And maybe — these are the rantings of a salty soul. I won’t be fooled. So, keep your demons. When we talk, I only want to see mutual respect and genuine questions.
10:01 pm
Another alignment has begun.
3/7/2024
