I swallowed my confessions
My pride wouldn't let me say what was on my mind, but I knew I was pressed for time.. as she looked at me with tears in her eyes,she yelled.... why can't you just love my profession?? I took a long pause, stared at her, as beautiful as she was in the moonlight, cars honking, people passing by, I swallowed my CONFESSIONS....
Genesis I5lb 6ozis the measurement of a miraclestatistics have the greatest audacitywhen they hold the least weight.too focused on probability and not enough faith.statistics fixed their tongues to tale a goddess her son wouldn’t make it to see the dawn…
I survived 0—the year I became a maybe.I survived 7—the age I learned goodbye doesn't need a reason.I survived 13—not unlucky, just a Tuesday that asked too much.I survived 98.6, 104, and the thermometer my mother shook like a prayer.I survived 2 a.m., 3 a.m., every hour that asked why I was still awake.I survived 404, not found. 500, internal error. Again. Again.I survived 50/50, and the side I landed on.I survived 0.5—half a mile home, half a heart in it.I survived 30 days, 60, 365, and the anniversary I swore I wouldn't count.I survived 86,400 seconds on days I only needed one reason.Numbers can measure a life. They can't live one.I'm not the count. I'm the comma—the breath after the total.Still here. Still uncounted.
Snakes eyes and back doe’ Joe kept a brotha low, Ivory on the flo’ one more roll to go…. now I’m picking up the dough!
Too many times Too many life lines Running away from the crime i committed of not loving self From all the ding dongs that came to ring my bell to run up their numbers up Elevators up monster Inc Came through my closet Hiding under my bed Ready to flee from this hit and run But I couldn't catch his number on the plate Meanwhile he full cuz he ate left clean plateLeaving me bare….. Licking my secrets I never should have told himLet me ride while my mileage running up.
I remember that first time I froze involuntarilyPlayed freeze tagFrom unsolicited touches I was 5… I survivedAgain at 7 and 1113 I figured I was old enough to fight backThat I'd no longer let anyone take or touch what didn't belong to them in factI put on a mask pulled it over my face plastered on a smile so you would never be able to tell when I was down2002 was more than a number it was the last time I was able to hear his voice the one who gave me mine prematurely lost a life that meant everything to mine2010 took 14 pills and figured I end it hereNo more sufferingNo longer longing for space or time where things once felt alrightI survivedNumbers be infinite so as many times as I've been injured or thought I was endedI'll keep counting these battle scars and turn them into poetry
