Shoulders getting heavy 
From all the shit we carry from early ages.
Been troubled since younger.
We are no longer comfy dancing with the demons that were set upon us.
Take a peak into my better days and tear from the cultured pages.
The way forward is excelling in my purpose, and letting the pen take ya breath away like winded lungs.
We came from skipping high school lunches.
to making sure my people eat like it’s a Fourways brunch for all my day ones. 
Sometimes it be like the hell hole could swallow me whole.
Somedays I find victories in the smallest sums. 
I loved being loved by the sun.
Even if sometimes that feels like my only love.
How do i warm my battered heart as it grows cold?
Mad at the world that stole its fun?