Built from Self-Care(The first time I cared for myself)
You built me to become a tower of righteousness
To fall on the make-believe and tell myself
I’m building false foundations and denying higher standards of living
You said I was unable to push my surroundings
Well, I’ve been working on the same building
You’ve been slacking on your work, as you hurt instead of fixed
My distasteful soul, my body feeling unfit for future pleasures
Making me refrain from the blueprints I made so long ago,
you will never hear of the make-believe,
my drought from luck from amazing wonders
I will not become your faults, your wrongs,
bitter songs, of you wanting to buy me back with the same price
My highrise, that will never rise among your eyes
For you will never see the smile before the shine.
My pen becomes the best counselor, the best civil engineer,
you built me to become a tower of righteousness
to dip my standards on buildings unfit for my liking
And as I pay more detail to my disgruntled scars of change
I begin to love my towering body of self- appreciation
New Day(First time I've seen my poetry in a new light)
You couldn’t take the skeletons
Mingling with the ironing and the cleaning
The fact that I hid lies like the cloud over skies
And I embraced the pain like the sun
But there’s a new stain it doesn’t get away
Leaving the lows with the highs like the wave
I never got to wave, nor the time to shave
You have pressure like the air or the professor
A fusion, reusing clothes that recycle faster than fast fashion
I try new hues like Langston, develop bass like Angela
Hit the palms of poetry like I’m Poe but never an earshot like Van Gogh
But I never go that far and I live like diamonds with all the pressure
Of living of ways to improve, or move my sanity in places
While trying to approve the jokers, the bats and robins tie their laces
Over the songs not sung at night, or the right time to remove the sun
Like rhythm and rhyme, I had time to replace my day with a ray
Of sunshine, on my time, never had to skyline a headline
Because in every package of J’s, I had a j, a shot for a bounceback
And it dribbles out the clock, like the kitchen timer, what’s cooking in my head
It all comes within the conscious mind, who has a subsonic time of a new day
Hear out all my mental skeletons
