Still Alive!!

Work every plan, which my mind erupts

Ways to be rich, without selling my self worth

Honesty, grind, is every day’s routine,

Work hard to make my day worth my means

Every blow of hard work that is put in

There no way would I let life; corner me in

The devil in my mind asks me what it’s worth?

Let have fun like elephants in the air throwing dirt

From Birth, I was told how dim wit and sourpuss I was

Wiped with the object like a captured drug lord

For crime, I never committed not explained

My back had marks like a man in remand jail

But still, I survive myself till today;

Fight every time not life from me to take away 

The hope of better tomorrow has bloomed with me

Like Roses with thrones; I still the Black beauty

Now that I am nearing my forties

I see that was all worthwhile

The pain; the heartbreaks; me crying like a child

In the darkness of my rooms; no one would see

I have cried myself to sleep most of the time literally

But I am to be a beacon of sorts

There is a plan which through God has to bring about

So this conditioning and grooming are all worthwhile

Death can't touch because I God Loving child