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
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
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.
Speaking the Cold Truth!
Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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