That world that I used to love doesn't care about me anymore. I had to leave and create my own planet. There were many things that I took for granted. The people on the old planet looks at me with rage and kicked me off to drown in mid space. But I also understand that they had every right to walk away.
No one truly knows how to fix a broken heart. It has to heal on its on.
I'm up mad early, hopefully I go back to sleep.
But who knows frfr, I can't shake these feelings.
Of the melting pot.
When all eyes are on me.
Thinking about how my growth with people became your envy. If anything else, I was happy with the people I thought I cared on that planet.
You had it all and yet it stired up jealousy.
And yet you had to grow
To shake off those feelings
Of the melting pot.
Stired up anger and misunderstandings
From the outside looking in, the food is very toxic. A pot of gold became a pot of bullshit.
I just didn't understand why
I was the blamed for everything.
It takes two tango, but only one to dance my nights away.
Creating a new batch
Of the melting pot
Two left feet walking past my eyes.
I see the chains were left in the dust
It will take more then purple trees and pussy thrust.
Just to make my thoughts seem just.
I wish I knew who you are, but me not knowing who you are got me into a better place in my life now. I apologize that I didn't love you the way you loved me.
A better planet. A better life. A better me.
Another melting pot. All made and done by me.
From scratch.
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ART GUMBO
PoetryAs my life shifts, so does my poetry. Before dropping BREATH, I want to drop some new content called art gumbo, which is all about accepting my wrong doings, being honest with myself, learning how to love myself, letting go, and finding peace.
