Written by: WISDOM
My value is so much more than what you see,
More than dollar signs or ungrateful demands
I’m a man who has endured pain and strain with little gain,
In this game of life filled with strife
Filled with prices tagged and laughed at, ridiculed, mocked, downplayed, dismayed,
Misplaced in this place of existence no longer resistant will I be
I see clearly the picture developing for years in front of blinded vision,
My mind has risen to a higher plane where the wiser reign
I write my pain on paper with indelible ink flowing like boiling blood,
Flowing through capillaries and veins maintain sanity even when faced with your vanity
Facing calamity of the highest degree,
Trying to be a master, or looking for a bachelor, while dealing with the wrong associates
I’m over it because I finally noticed it,
The foolishness that has been ruling this house that is no longer a home
Even though home is where the heart is just consider me heartless,
One of the smartest made a stupid move
But I’m in this game of chess with a checkered past,
Past brought back to present trying to overwhelm a bright future
For I to eradicate animosity have to eliminate tendencies not conducive for growth,
It’s been a long road traveled with passengers that no longer are wanting to journey
Remaining in same spot with same plot filled with shame,
But no letter of scarlet is needed to designate indiscretions and transgressions
My guilt resides with aggression and anger, depression and danger,
Dodging daggers thrown my direction by those who point fingers and have no idea
No idea at what I’ve endured for the duration, not innocent by any means,
But a means to an end doesn’t mean being mean to the end
The end is actually the beginning of a new day,
Instead of worrying about what’s happening at night
Me working like slave on life’s plantation,
While others can go as they please with no rhyme or reason
No crime of passion in this season of rebirth where my worth is being reevaluated,
Not needing someone that should be in my corner for validating
Exaggerating I’m not, for the tears have dried from years of lies and deceit,
Tried to defeat me and beat me down with verbal blows and punches
Would rather blow herbal from the essence instead of acknowledging my presence,
Because it’s painfully obvious that this all part of God’s life lesson
Take nothing for granted and enjoy each moment that has been given,
For we will never know when we may no longer be living
I’m living proof that living a lie is so much worse that delivering the truth,
I have resolved within self that whatever it may be I still refuse to lose
Lose myself, my character, my mind, my love, my heart, my soul,
My hope, my dreams, my time, more valuable than you will ever know
But it will be too late…too late…too late,
Too late to turn back the hands on the clock still ticking
Still kicking self because too late should have registered,
Yet it didn’t because of disrespect on the regular
On both sides of the fence it is not just me suffering,
But living with no love yet still encounter lusting
Frustrating existence so I must face resistance,
And trust as well as listen for the signs that a new day is on horizon
Sun rising in the east over blue oceans that reflect my dreams and aspirations,
Come clean with realizations that I’ve seen the declarations
Not just decorations because that covers up the true,
Ovations and cheers for loving what I can do
So to those that don’t believe or think I can’t achieve,
Moving forward in life if you stay or you leave
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