Growing up I never knew where I belonged.
I wasn't an athlete or had any talent to be an entrepreneur.
Not enough females gave me their attention or placed chips on my shoulders.
This along with many childhood trauma's would cause me to question my identity as I knew it to be.
Raised by a single mother is never an easy thing to exist in whatsoever.
This being so I grew up forming my own distinct sense of individuality.
If one want to call B.S., every child that grows up in the inner-cities of the U.S. have done this.
Most of my peers have judged me on taking my own stance on many topics/or issues.
In more ways than one I had to remind them that I didn't follow the monolith and was a human being just like they are.
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words from the "woke" and conscious crowds will never hurt me.
Following the trend as always has been the fall of man.
Unfortunately, it will be too late when we realize the damage that was done.
As I write this today it may come as a shocker for some to hear that I am proud of myself.
I am proud to be black.
I am proud to be a man.
I am proud to be an American.
I am proud to be bi.
I am proud of my achievements.
I am proud of my shortcomings.
We don't know when our last breath can be snatched from away from us.
Now that you're spirit has entered another realm (if one believes in that) you are face to face with God.
While face to face with God all of your life's deeds and adventures are being shown to you.
Believe it or not this is what it's all about.
It's about society judging you, but to please The Most High God will be by the routes we choose to walk down. [2/15/2021]
No comments:
Post a Comment