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Grounding me, similar to the acts of a ship’s anchor
You are my stability.
Anxiously waiting to hit land,
We met,
like wave greeting beach
We learn the most from choices made in fire
The Bible Belt taught me my choice was made
To love a girl and settle down, required
Who’d choose to unravel that hand, already played.
A product of immigrants chasing the American Dream
Country full of racism and hate, it’s not all glamour and gleam
Witnessed dad beating on mom, can still hear her cry and scream
Mom was ready to move out with the kids
You told me to look inside myself.
And find the answer to your riddle.
To reach into the deepest caverns,
Of a heart that’s damn near shriveled.
You want to know about my life,
There is a dark hole, thats been growing for a while.
Where there was once light, is now dark, with no desire.
Day by day my body aches, causing the hole to deepen.
Poetry cannot be taught, nor beauty be described
Neither can you see in me something that defined
The colors of my skin.
Scars are tattoos in many ways - permanent and painful.
Starting out with four years of high school,
using your mind as your ultimate tool.
Completing your assignments and finding time for friends,
the list of memories never ends.
Eighteen score years ago, a cradled crying baby - who was given an enlightened path - was born
