In my pursuits to be superior
some how I feel so inferior
cause the interior of my soul is mildewed and molded
from my tears and fears
not relatable to peers
cause they all sayin “Cheers”
while my glass is filled with juice
ironic how the one who stays sober is stumblin, mumblin and feelin so confused
Intoxicated with disappointment
bruised and scarred
and vinegar is the ointment
pain scheduled so annually it feels like an appointment
-don’t cry no more I just grimace
cause torment has rented out space here so long it’s a tenant
and it has paid the rent on time………no evictions
so I gotta take my mind off this condition
that’s why I get high off these verbals
my mind is a cage
and each verse is a gerbil
tryin to get on that spinnin wheel
which represents the action of the pen to let you know how I feel
and when one gerbil gets tired of runnin’ so long…
that’s when the next one gets on
which keeps me goin on and on
until my current condition seems like its gone
my mind is so busy
cause they stay so active
I have no control over this
it just happens
Its my personal ventilation
kinda like sweating and perspiration
so I aint gonna lie
with every bad situation
there is an excited anticipation
cause I know through the struggle will birth my next creation…


Stephen Pulliam Jr