I never wrote to rhyme
I wrote to bleed
To tell the story of me
To drain the poison
That penetrated this seed
I didn't want to die
Pretending to be ok
Like the absence of my father
The color of my skin
And the poverty it came with
Did'nt make me cry
When I was
Alone
In my head
Surround by family
How can you drown on land?
When the pain never ends
Thank you for allowing me to bleed
To breathe
To be me
A human
A man
Black
Fatherless
But not lost
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Mask
PoetryTo me poetry should flow like water. Hiding Behind The Mask is a behind the scenes look at my life - raw and real.
