Picture me, 16,
With ego as big as my ass,
Burning down bridges and driving all my friends away
Yearning to live life in isolation
Thinking it’s cool.
Now, picture me, 18,
with a pen in hand,
Scribbling my woes away hoping it makes me happy someday.
Fighting coke addiction
Battling insomnia and
Slowly losing a war to depression
My walls are closing in
And there’s no one to talk to
Because I drove em all out at 16.
Picture me , 19 ,dressed in all black
Laying in a coffin, surrounded by my family
Momma blaming herself because that night she heard the gun cock
Before I announced my exit from this earth with a loud bang to my head.
Or picture me, 19, I finally went to school
And I don’t let anything distract me from my books
I finally found a girl who loves me how I want to be loved
I won the war against depression
Insomnia hurriedly packs its sleeping bags and flees my life.
I finally found happiness.
Picture me, 23, I followed my dreams
This pen bought me a house with a picket fence
And a maid.
This pen gave me a life.
Momma sits on the porch, sipping cranberry juice
Watching me and my friends play basketball
Or picture me, 23, I didn’t chase my dreams
Instead I allowed myself to be swayed by the storms life threw at me
So I ended up with a 9 to 5
Eating waakye during my lunch break
And scribbling some lines
Hoping I never lose the only thing that helps me maintain my sanity