CODE BLUE
I’m tired Lord knows I’m tired but I’m hungry Hands feigning for 5 star dining outlining my eyelids lying to myself for crying over spilled milk I’m tired Not in the literal sense but figuratively speaking I’m ready for home runs and 3pt game winners Honorable mentions at the most prestigious occasions Flipping through pages of applications from people stealing my occupational aspirations. I have prepared for greatness. I don’t need your patience. I grew up in homes divided with divorce, love torched with family portraits portraying everything we wished to be a mind too free to drive nascar courses. Women throwing their disgust at my outer appearance without inquiring soul experiences my presence makes you inferior I send my condolences for your insecurities. I learned to appreciate me. Loss prevention & identity searching watching friends graduate while people perpetrate my life decisions They say I’m missing the American Dream because I’m walking down roads that aren’t paved with debt collectors at every corner. Don’t ask me why I’m not in school right now & what my plans are with my life. There’s a bomb ticking in my light with goals carefully mapped out right, my degree and masters will sneak past ya. Look out for my rapture because got-damn it I’m tired and I’m hungry. I made a unbreakable promise to commit to this art engraved on my heart. Whether sweat blood or tears intervene I take the pain and paint the scene as the most perfect picture you would ever see. I am queen. Masking my emotions ultimately hurting me in the end but then it turns out to be my friend in a storyline expressed to all ears open to hear. I have no fear. Fear escaped me years ago when the younger me sat in court cases custody battling for rearrangements of my bloodline. Fear escaped me when I found my father face down a broken hearted failed attempt at his suicide. Fear escaped me when I ran away from my mothers anger fits and mental guilt trips to the residence of you don’t love me island Fear escaped me when my stepmother chose another man to take her hand while lying on my souls righteousness. I forgive in a common sense but I never forget. I’m no angel I’m no devil but when you have to steal textbooks for college education, mattress on floors for compensation, worn& torn clothes to warm your flesh. Food so scarce there ain’t none left. Well wouldn’t you be tired & hungry too? I overcame my roadblocks with plenty more on the journey ahead of me. Working on my positive thinking I’m no perfect human being my mistakes are where I grow from. I’m blessed to stand here in your presences speaking my lesson of life’s progression that made me who I am today. I regret nothing. Everything happens for a reason & my reasons all point to follow your heart and execute accordingly. This isn’t the last you’ll hear of me this is the first of our many encounters. I love my supporters the backings amazing & we will infect the world with Respect Peace Love eventually but keep your empathy and sympathy my creator knows what he made. A strong young woman who shines in the shade writing poetry until the casket drops on her grave. Cold Blue! Speaking the Cold Truth! Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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