I wish I was a Black boy that flew Then all of my dreams would come true Because people really don’t understand what I go through
If I could get away I would But I always seem to stick out
Sticking out like a sore thumb Unwanted
I try to yell for help However, no one understands my language Foreign to all
I try to grab a hold, but my hand slips And goes straight through Appearing faded like a ghost
I try to climb up But I repeatedly get pulled back down Stripping me of my progress
So, I run away Lungs gasping for air I try to run as fast as I can
Knowing in my mind That humanity is on the other side
Life or Death Freedom or ******* Pain or Chains
So, I run Bursting closer and closer Sprinting to the finish line
But I trip They catch me Cutting my Achilles As I Heal
I realize That success is inevitable As I swallow this unbearable pill And wipe away invisible tears from my treacle eyes
Knowing that life isn’t 100 proof Life has contradiction
Contradictions of Impossible Difficult Hard No Way I Can’t Fear Failure
I laugh Uncontrollably To keep away the thought of crying Because the pain cuts deep
Intensely On the other side of the bank The narrow trees Through shallow waters My hand extends There's Our Journey Our Path Our Blueprint Our Success
Unleashing my spirit Freeing this caged bird I Fly!
I Fly high in the sky Soaring to new lengths Breaking Cycles Discovering Life
Writing my own story Making history
As I glide through the canvas I illustrate
I am the Black Boy that flew!
This is Poem 5 of my first book, Traumatized: The Conscious Reality
Traumatized: The Conscious Reality is an introspective perception through my brown wide eyes while growing up in Chicago, seeing pain, love, and trauma. As disappointment looms in the abyss, while trying to obtain knowledge as I reach for success. Edging on the cusp of greatness, while trying to break the curse of generational trauma.