We are still the remaining people of a past that didn’t look too bright for them either but they found a way. Hi, I am who I am because you are and who you used to be. I am a reflection of the people whose birthrights were taken away so that I could keep mine. No, I am not a glorified posterchild, but I have found myself on walls that tried to take me down as if I didn’t deserve a chance to shine. I am light void of darkness because I am powerful and beautiful and more than enough.
I have fought for my right to belong in a place that told me that no matter what I did I would always need to prove myself. My home no longer looks familiar to me either because I have been gone so long I am probably a stranger to my own people. I guess I will never be worthy until I have the influence that allows me to be accepted everywhere I go. It is a money game, without it we are nothing. Its a jungle out here and only the rich survive. It’s funny how I just find myself always trying to fit in somewhere, always trying to be worthy. It really is hard accepting that I can be good enough, I lay awake at night, kept up by the boxes of confined spaces that my real self is left in.
I don’t know how I am expected to breath in small unforgiving spaces but I have been told all I have to do is stand up and walk away. I got tired of fighting at some point, lost my moral inclination to be better and to keep on keeping on but I guess I am over that now. Let’s get back to fighting for a place in the world, as a great man once said “Power, REAL power isn’t given, its taken”let’s take back what is ours.
I have started a new series called “ZAVAY”, I personally love it, so far it only has two works in it but I love the first one so much and I just connect to it in a way I can’t explain. Plus I think I just really love the word zavay, because I was sick of using English in my series titles and I really needed something and this is what I got. Zavay, arg it just makes me so happy saying it but without further much to do here is the first piece:
Castrated judgements born and bred in the heart of frustrations, stranded in the heat of moments negated to nowhere. Oblivious to the impending glum of doom gone wrong and storms stuck in the clouds. Glued up clues to skies that can’t reach the stars, we are statused to a life of crimson happiness only the rich can afford.
Casting our costs of crates piled up in dirt, it’s dangerous to shame the name of trumped-up beings with no sense. In a field of peppered pot plants driven out by the sweet scent of poison, it’s the ivy leagues that survive. Its a place of death this, it can’t taste the budding bundles of killers it produces.
Concealed spikes craving candid explanations of sin trips not taken. Punished sentries failing to polish their furnished border. Its borderline insanity that leads to formalized judgements of negated thoughts.
Stuck on runaways while running away to seek a stranded safety only islands can provide. Its a failed load on roads with no future prospects. Perspectives can be personalized if only you are willing to bear the brunt of the burden of worn down thoughts.
Dare to be, dare to become….. Become.