maid to suffer

[Inno]

So I begin with a mirror and a reflection…my eyes withered and weathered from past digressions ….ohh !! did I mention I’m less than perfect!...I’m humble because I earned it, I’m to poor to be boastful. If I could be earnest for a moment..I’d confess that choice for me was chosen. I was given this fate but I don’t buy it…so how I could I ever own it? How I do except a gift filled with regrets, Riffs of lament tuning out chords of despair so intense all while I’m expected to feel contempt. Maybe I’m out of contexts..but I’m exaggerating for you to connect with the intent and the truth my words put on text. I spew honesty and hard work but all you see is color and connect it to myself worth. It’s funny…I’m good enough to clean your bathrooms, watch your kids and answer to your wishes. All while denied the right to buy and clean my own dishes…So what’s worse? My ignorance to virtues or your negligence and the withholding of what I pursue? The pursuits of my dream leave me chasing sleep and the hours that took it.

I’m willing and able to carry the weight of my people across this fable. I want a piece of that pie…. though you leave me crumbs at the table, I’m still reaching to stifle this satiable hunger. The foot race to my future is held in your hands…how ironic. No matter my performance I’m still subject to ignorance and poor judgment. Go ahead push me down…that only means ill have free hands to stand back up, dont let me reach…the mountains peak. Keep me at bay….ill swim around the fences to freedom….tie my hands, ill still rewrite history; you’ll be the first to witness it. So cast me out and drown me in my own self doubt…but like a seedling Ill search for the sun…because after the storm, the rain stops as well as the clouds.