I Grieve Different

peace. ?

Peace isn’t doing everything for you.

I choose me.

I ain’t sorry.

Without me I ain’t doing all these things for you.

How you expect love from a vessel filled with hate

Constructed through faith, engaged by the way we all runaway from the problems we can’t face everyday.


Who are you?

You ain’t you.

You’re grieving from a wound you criticize.

Papa ain’t treat me right that’s why I’m traumatized.

One man getting all the blame for the shame

For being unable to stop the pain.


You’re to blame for the way I treated momma, though she treated me lovely.


I got your face.

She couldn’t look at me sometimes.

She would yell.

I hated those spells.

For my sisters and brothers I’m sorry

I choose me.


A vessel constructed by hate won’t be the protector you need,

The strength in our unity only exists through individuality.

You and me and me and you. We can’t bleed onto our family

I’m filled with hate.


Running away is all I’ve ever done.

I choose me.

Up and downs , left and right, I still end up the same.

I choose me.

Fuck everybody for being scared of truth, If somebody gonna speak it

I choose me.


Correctly guessed, I’ll vent.

Growing up I was never what I wanted to be. Family ties deep within my consciousness and self image.

I was a faggot for liking the color pink.

Thats why y’all thought I liked men I think.

The role of a man an enigma in the mind of a vessel polluted by False Kings.

The men in my life made me uncomfortable with all

The fall

A revolution within ignited by the thin skins of those men

Uncles of an older time, your condition , is it purely your crime ?


I learned not to hate , the more I learn about your past the more I realized you were just me with a lot more on your plate.

I’m grateful we can talk now. You even got me a pink hat

y’all taught me to fish , and how to treat our Queens correctly.

A body. A heart made by a woman, raised by a woman

Excuse me

My mother is a Queen.


We as men have been treated indifferently In our healing.

If my brothers can’t come to me in tears then my brothers Don’t know they really like family

Let’s make that change.


I wanna another chance.

I want to go back and reiterate the decisions I made.

This ain’t a play though

The film has already been made.

Im not in the lead I’ve been behind for years now

I choose me.

You don’t live for others

Don’t go back to what hurt you the same. You’ve done overcame an immense amount of pain.

I choose healing.

I choose me.

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