My Truth is why I write

The truth is why I write. The reason I didn’t tell most people I was good with my words because I was expressing thoughts that had never been heard. Vocabulary could be quite subpurb however my mission was to be more apprehensive and less defensive while being plagued with omission. The struggle was real and it was infecting my mental. I needed steel but all that was left was lead; no pencil. Taking all my energy and running away from my problems, I thought if no one will help me then let God solve them. Damn who hit the devil up on a three way call. He’s always trying to stop the blessings that is meant for us all. Confuse us in thinking what bad in our lives are good and blocking your blessings with “it’s too good to be true” I think I’m good. Damn what a life to live being misunderstood. If the pigment in my skin doesn’t make you feel a way then your actions would align. Conscious or unconscious we may not say it but we really dont know it all. The past isn’t really left behind. Inbedded with the slave mentality, make the most of what you got. Even if it treats you wrong, dont give up or leave their side. Fuck that, you have to know when to pick and choose which battles to fight. How you choose to rise from triumphs and who gets to be by your side. I choose to write when no one was there. While taking comfort that one day I can touch so many lives, how someone else can finally testify about how they are feeling inside when you can’t find the energy to try . When you feel like you want to die and bundle up in a ball then cry. Wishing you had someone to hold you but then you finally see a light . You realize you were never alone and that you had someone all along..they were just in the sky. Smiling as the tears run down your face and saying damn I’m glad I can write and release this energy from my space for you and I. @miki5