Melodic Truths Must Be Told pt. 1 – Day 7, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Rapping was something I never thought I’d fall out of love with,
But,
I did.
Too much time was spent wrapping my head around my existence,
As dead is how I imagined it.
Yet,
Here I am rhyming words,
Again,
In a less reckless fashion more fitting for man with many chips,
On two shoulders,
Too exhausted,
To keep holding on to weight equilibrated with,
Each tear I would drop in a halcyon abyss…

I guess,
It’s just part of who I am ever since,
I came across soundwaves nothing more than melodic.
After all,
It’s what I’ve called myself for more than a decade because of assonance I have prodded,
With a pen,
Everyday!
Whether it’d be physical or in my mind where so many rhymes have rotted.
Or,
Fermented,
I should say,
In order to enhance a mental state affected by others with a core gone rotten…

Rap is all I’ve gotten!
As a gift from a God who would not stop instilling my palms,
With another poem I must keep writing.
For reasons I don’t even know of in a world where I’ve been alone while citing,
An inner-child full of Anger I’ve been trying to help heal,
By letting go of what would halt our drive,
Rejecting our chance to be happily intertwined…

And,
I couldn’t be more grateful.
Because,
It’s better than a family,
That was only a family within realities that were fabled.
Those moments where we’d crowd each other with a smile worn as a mask hiding truths unveiled,
When the time was right…

Here I am,
Sitting on a bed I’ve made by faith and forlorn mistakes,
Along a name I’ve promised to never shame again by recurrent lies.
Lies I will never fall for no matter how many times,
Others try to poison me within a bloodline,
I’m ordered to cut off by a Father watching from a sky,
I look up to with a grin I could never find,
Next to a kinship that has left me bleeding,
Profusely,
On the sidelines of Life…