he had to hear that rhyme one last time
After being called fat boy
out loudly once again
that is all he had to hear to
put the final touch in
this art that’s called living.
“You got to learn how to be strong
in this ferocious society that’s beyond
control of what you wish could be
that sparks integrity”
That’s the advice he got from a elder
he greatly respects but
he feels it’s easier said than done
he’s about done with this thing called
life that keeps providing techniques
that brings demonizing to his style
that he so felt was worthwhile
but come to find out even in post adolescence
he’s an unwanted child
but before he decided to put it all to an end
he had to hear that rhyme
one last time.
It was that rhyme that
no matter how challenging the day went
when he pressed play those instruments
made his head move in a direction
like that of a roller coaster
which for a moment gave amusement
even if he wish not to be in the park
on this sunny day where skies
will darken soon
but still have a little shine
by assistance of the moon.
He didn’t want to let time go by
where he will eventually come in contact
with like minded souls that would strengthen
relationships giving heads up to his esteems
He instead pushed rewind
so that rhyme
can be played one last time.
While he’s writing that letter that will
be the evidence of his decision
it’s those lyrics he’s listening to that speaks
out about the madness that is being accepted
as the “in” thing
which keeps deluging internals
that got so bottled up
but unlike the popping of the bottle
where portions of the liquid quickly departs
the feel that is stuck to his internal
the only cleansing is to put decease to external.
While that rhyme is on it’s last verse
he grabs hold of the tool that has a
hell of a record of putting breathing
on permanent detention.
part of the verse says
“hold on the days will get brighter”
which he takes to heart so he holds on to that weapon even tighter.
He still has in his mind
the insults and derogatory
from voices that’s against glory
even if he’s losing pounds giving more
of a light weight
he wishes no longer to wait
to see his progress.
As the record fazes out to ending
he is about to officially
make himself part of a statistic
that”s still growing in disturbing fashion.
Oh yeah he forgot to check the mail
to see that there was a letter that says
how he has been accepted to the institute
involving his zeal of the career that
would’ve put substance to his vision.
The ones he love will only remember
that particular letter that is stained with vocaulary
from the hands of a beautiful soul
that loved listening to soul.
He puts an exclamation point
after that very last line
then decided to accomplish goal
that disturbingly didn’t require devine
that line put a little sweeten to the sour note
like pouring sugar on lime
“you don’t have to mourn me
being that I deceased being happy
all because I heard that rhyme
one last time”
