don’t dig through others’ pockets
for gold that’s already been sold
reset your clocks to when you were only sowing
the seeds before you began plowing and reaping
your ego and reeking of prestige that only the blind
with heavy pockets are obsessed to see
bring back your memory of blood sweat and tears
oh the happy years of living without the fears of degradation
you left it all to the One in control
that was your only reparation
because you knew your sole purpose was for your soul,
not to please others and become the one who oppresses
I felt like sweet water in the dead sea. Never able to mix in, but water all the same.
Maybe it was really me. who was the problem in my dreams
maybe it was me who crushed all my fantasies.
I couldn’t really ever tell why I never got along.
besides the fact that friendship relied on currencies.
I didn’t put a price on friendship.
But that didn’t mean I was free.
in the end, I’m happy to be me.
for the right company.
I submitted this in a competition @graciechicksblog and I’m humbled to know that it won first place 🙂 Definitely check out her blog, there’s a lot of wonderful stuff to read. She event started a brilliant campaign on “Tackling Racism with Haikus“. I actually wrote one not too long ago!
I hope everyone who has felt alone finds their sweet cool pool of company to resolve in. It’s not easy being different as a child, and being an adult doesn’t somehow magically change things either. That pain of being alone is still the same.
You start to doubt yourself.
but don’t worry, as long as you keep your doors open, with time you’ll find the right ppl come your way and you won’t have to chase after them either.
I don’t shy away from trouble, but I shy away from jealous hearts.
With trouble, there’s always an opposite side of the coin, but with jealousy, nobody can show them through except themselves. and I’d rather not rely on ppl to overcome their jealousy. I’d rather be safe from them.
In trouble, there’s a chance of 70 excuses, forgiveness, or moving on. whatever happens, you have freedom of choice.
In the heat of jealousy, there’s no protective shade to shelter you from the burning rays.