Poetic Injustice

Hopeful

If you reading to this right now, it means there's still hope for you.

My beginning was small, writing rhymes in class and that's all. I thought all was well. But the well was shallow and had little water. The haters hated and the lovers loved. But the haters were so many I felt my effort was never enough. But in spite of that, I never gave up. You may have heard that I did, damn that sh*t was made up. Excuse my language though. The fact that they thought I was less of a man don't mean I'm mannerless. I went through more than Lot's wife did but I didn't look back. And that's why why I'm not a pillar of salt but a pillar of hope. That's why I got out of that situation that's why I could cope. Cope with the mockery. Cos when they laughed I knew the joke was on them. In that situation, I only had my bic pen, my friend. I never stopped writing, I never stopped praying and after a while a gave zero fucks what haters were saying. I'm not the only one, similar stories been shared, of people in situations where nobody seemed to care.