My Time

I can’t complain cause while the worlds running around insane
I’m blessed with God on the brain
Every day he is the only one to keep me safe
Don’t need smiles in my face if it’s fake
People acting concerned only to take my words and run
Ya’ll aint ready for me to blatantly speak what I’m really thinking
I tried to spare your feeling but now I’ve been pushed to the limit
You cowards gonna catch it, the realist gonna feel it and the weak can’t deal with it


A poem by Poem 2003