These last few days have been beautifully uneventful
My GPA is climbing steadily
No one’s nappy headed son tried to play me
And the freshman 15 is coming in nicely
These peculiar good days have lead me to believe
That God has placed a shroud of protection over my tired body
Have taken the maximum amount of Ls allowed in 2016
In these tortuous twelve months I’ve trapped in a mediocre purgatory
Not one ounce of mercy has been wasted upon me
If 2016 was a shoe it’d be crocs
It is getting matched with your ex on Tinder
2016 is a forgotten password
I have been Meek Milled into a millenia
And Ethered into an eternity
2016 has choked everything I’ve loved with its bare hands
And maybe if I had learned to love myself it would've went down a little easier
This year is nothing short of an unnatural disaster
When the college you’ve been pining for for four years
Wraps its rejection in pristine white paper, you wish the edges were just a bit sharper
When you find the lips that have indented I love you against your forehead for three years
Were also pressed against another's you wish his final goodbye was fatal
The only Upside,
To this beastly
To this bleakness
To this blackness
Is that I can only go up from here!
I am dwelling in darkness
But maybe it's what I needed to see the stars.
Maybe my head was in the cloud so long,
I needed the rain to clear out my expectations
Maybe the clouds were smog all along
And he hadn’t loved me for a while
And I was never NYU material
And some people just weren't meant to fly.
But if all I have are these two weary legs,
And these ever reaching hands
And this ever pining heart
Then maybe I can summon the strength from standing atop the soil.
And though the world is a mess;
Though The election ballot was a menu serving my least favorite foods
I simply couldn’t stomach a woman
Who claims hotsauce in her bag
And the man who wears it as concealer.
Though, We have lost some of the greatest this year,
Prince, Bowie, Rickman, Harambe
At least I found a way to fill bullet wound from the cincinnati zoo in my chest
The jpeg salvations
And since laughter is the best medicine, I know a cure is just one arthur fist away.
2017 will be a little kinder.
That all that has been lost will be returned
And I will be open to any form.
That the sour of the 16th year will be squeezed into sweetness
Rock bottom, has never felt so good.