A Wing & A Prayer

Dear Diary,
You are the only possession
that holds value to me
 I've written monologues,
rhymes and a lot of poetry
At times I get looked over
,and ignored on the outside

I guess if my haters never
existed I wouldn't have anyone
to outshine, God bless them
Two times,they know not
What they do

my pencil is spoon
my pad is plate of food
these are my only tools
to help me make moves,
so I take myself to school
Self-education is cool

When I meditate I see proof
and feel bliss and open minded
to higher consciousness
I be fully focused, driven
and limitless I got two sides
I'm half wise and half conscious

I got to keep my head to the
sky and remain optimistic
so when a real opportunity
comes I won't miss it
I sync my thoughts when
I think and push them
To the edge of the brink

I'm just being honest my life
is like spiritual science, but I will not
consent for anyone else
to put me in a deeper state
of compliance

Sometimes the Cypher
can get a bit overwhelmed
that's when I exit and go to my realm
It's enough already to deal with
co workers and their shenanigans
I quit being a slave that's how
I conquered my challenges
 
In all reality I just want to survive
the whole scene of Life can change
within a blink of an eye
negativity always tries to kill my vibe

anyone can look into my eyes and
they will see the struggle and pain deep inside, I am eager to lift myself
up high, I just had be reminded
That I knew how to fly….