The Ocean is You

Typical

A boy, of course, lost within the eyes of the oceans beyond

Gazing into the waves as she pushes him back to shore

He claims he had never seen anything so full before

Never had he seen depths more beautiful than hers

She was always there, but why now does he come to see her

Why now does he try to swim

He had never learnt before

Weird

From a foreign land, a friend would come

He would ask this Typical boy, who wasn’t so typical, why his shirt was tucked in

He is from these parts, but yet he is still different

The sun is out bright. It shines on him like a spotlight. He doesn’t even complain about the heat

His friend asks another question, “Why are you wearing a winter sweater in this heat?”

The response was, “What?”

Introspect

He does see that he’s Typical

He doesn’t want to be

He does hear the word “weird” as the most common word to describe him

He sort of appreciates it

But how could these opposites work together?

Alone thinking all day, he just wants to let people know they can be themselves too

“To me, what do they have to prove” To a weirdo that can only be described as his own name

On one side, mental. The other, funny

Ambitions as a writer, it is time to work in that spotlight. It is time to show them all what he can do

A High Class Gangster

Started from always doing his own thing

Now he has his own crew

Everyone is invited Everyone is capable and Everyone has a chance

Though his crew likes that gangster rap, they’re a family and will always make room for Yonce

His motto is, “What?” and his favourite colour is, Blue, Green, or Chocolate, and Purple

Society has changed he thought

Loving and accepting, but then he saw what could happen to other people

He saw what happened to his family

Now when he’s staring at her right in her eyes

He knows he can go in the water

He knows that if he can’t swim, she’ll be there to guide him back