I stand to be proud. I was told my voice wasn’t too loud to be heard from a mile.
My words are corroding and eroding from the process of composing these poems for poetry.
I’m losing myself. I’m capsizing and breaking bones till I cannot stand any longer.
I was like a poet who lives as a criminal foreigner; I can’t stand being the outcast fighting his way up to become a dictator.
I was the good weather but when people started sinning and believing that other people will be swimming in the shit they’re shitting.
I’ll be hating because of this haters being the reason for this degradation low stating.
I’m being truthful because everybody is hearing lies and believing the gossip that’s spreading
And its hurts to be the one in between everything and seeing what it means to be standing and,
Looking up at balconies with people who are spitting down at me.
Right in the eyes and now I cannot see.
But still I can feel my way to a better place, walk like a blind man studying and focusing and understanding where my destiny sits for me.
This time I will not let anyone bring me down and break my bones…
I will not fall!
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