Abercrombie & Rick pt. 2

To be He who is never sought out,
By Day-walkers and Night Owls,
By relatives with an audacity to steal my towel,
Every time I drop tears forming oceans of pain coming from the bottom of my bowels,
By anyone who claimed they cared when I couldn’t have my fowl!
Feels like…
I don’t exist in a world burning from Lucy’s flame…
And still,
I sit calmly,
Live honestly,
Eating as slow as I can as I’ve never lied about my age!
Having a ball bouncing from wall to wall to break through the stains!
on my character…
Maybe,
That’s why…
That’s why I’m left behind,
Every time,
The authenticity of a smile that derives from the sky!
And,
The best part about it is,
Never am I mortified by,
Anyone pirating my joy to fit their persona.
How can they possibly take it away when it’s laid in cement holding each brick together?
Way,
Way too tough for a generation too high on Somas…