Start. To End.

START. I became a man before I knew what manhood was..
Young. Shy. Curious. I welcomed the challenge with open arms..
Defeated. They said I would never amount to nothing..
Before I could stand on my own two feet my story was written.
Those authors remain a mystery yet I continue to look them in the eye.
Day after day.
Night after night.
Up.
Down.
Wrong.
Right.
My question is, is there any wrong in what YOU perceive to be right?
I've heard it all.
But for some reason I can't remember what they said.
Then she reminds me: "I don't understand how you think you're better than everyone else."
Nobody believed in me.
Dreams lost in space.
Space filled with air.
Does that mean my dreams were never there to begin with?
Bold.
Passionate.
Loving. To a fault.
Look in the mirror & I see myself.
Looking at YOU you see something else.
Perception.
Reality.
Death before dishonor.
I wear it with pride.
Having everything is worst than having nothing at all.
To lose what was once loved is different than loving what was once lost.
Nothing better. Nothing worst.
Redemption.
Reflection.
Through trials & tribulations..
Never give one your heart, unless you want them to be the artist of your portrait.
Hope faces fear.
Change represents growth.
What's real in MY world may not be the same in yours.
Does that make me outta sight & outta mind?
Or is my every move magnified on a different level.
Speechless? No.
Just looking for someone to listen.
All the way.. to the END.

this little piece was inspired by no one, yet everyone i've ever come in contact with played a role in shaping it. it took me about 5 minutes to write @ 3am on a early wednesday morning, January 21, 2009.. i'm not going to tell you to enjoy because frankly, it's not for you. if these words/thoughts happen to touch a nerve in your soul thank you; i hope you're able to see what i couldn't.. and at times, still can't.