From the age of ten
When I first picked up this pen
When poems where roses are red and violets are blue
And still knew back then that with this ink
I was a master creator
A divine word healer
A wish maker
When innocence was my weapon
And the world was seen in rose colored glasses
I wrote out emotions that were angelic
And I felt free and untouchable
And the stars were reachable
But at a time when my impeccable soul was corrupted
My pen turned into lava
And it spit out antagonistic animosity
Acrimonious defiance
Because innocence was violated
And she who was my mother
Sworn to protect me
Turned her back on me
And took my tormentor to bed
Promised to love honor and cherish him
And so my soul died
And the goodness that I once inked out
So beautifully turned in to rageful indignation
And I damned them all to hell for eternity
And my soul leaned toward damnation
I almost let her ignorance become my demise
And I lived the next ten years of my life
Blaming God revealing in irascibility
I took no responsibility
People called me a bitch and said I was evil
But I had someone I held responsible for
The blood that stained tainted cursed hands
I got high to ease the pain
Puff Puff pass was the game
Wouldn’t let another console the pain
I hid so well
The 22 I carried was my only comfort
The bagging jeans I sported
I was a bad AZZ hustler
Self loathing was relentless
But you fail to see the true meaning behind the story
One day I stumbled upon a woman
She stared at me back through the mirror
My reflection
My first true acceptance
She sympathize with the pain
I held and buried
She understood where I was coming from
And I looked deep inside those eyes
And took control of my own destiny
Put down the blunt
Sold my 22
And promised to let the new me
Teach the old me how to live…..