10/28/2024
Sometimes I hate that I stopped
I flip through pages
Seeing things I created
I recall the artist in me screaming..
See me..
Hear me..
I’m here..
I exist..
This story isn’t just mine,
I watched those who inspire
Disappear into disappointment..
Disgusted with the crowd..
They didn’t deserve them..
I feel the same..
create for peace..
For those who are alone..
Wondering if they’ll be remembered..
They’ve erased culture..
Eradicated originality..
Nepotistic society
Stealing away the chance
F**k a like .
A double tap..
Inflation nation
Influenced by infidels..
My prayer is for the youth…
Children still unaware of what was
Or of those who made this mess
May you create,
Bring forth joy ,, be it words.. or colors..
Fabric or song..
Find that silver lining.. be inspired..
There’s no mastery.. no credential needed…
It is what you make, it is what you leave. that is your legacy…