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Unfazed

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I can see the confusion forming across your face

These words that you have spoken so proudly, watch as they drift ever so swiftly down to the ground

And as every letter dissolve into the mouth of nonsexist

Allow me to explain to you why I say that I will be that

Although you think that you have interrupted my path you have only given me more momentum

You not wanting me to succeed is giving me all the more reason to do just that

I cannot help that you have woken up and choose toxic from your bag of options

I cannot help that today I had made the decision to not walk but to fly high above the clouds

But what I can say is there is no word outside of my name that I can claim

If it was never written and declared

It means nothing to me

It holds no weight towards the life I have already lived

That pain does not amount up to the burns and cuts that has impacted this canvas that my soul resides in

The beatings that I still feel that I should have not been given but according to my mother

It was meant to create boundaries that I would have to overcome, to understand when she or anyone says no

That is exactly what she or rather they mean

These aches and pains that I feel whenever I decide to think that I am still a much younger man still has more weight than these words that you speak so proudly

Because unlike my ancestors you cannot take my name

You cannot break something that has been raised to understand these complex problems that this world has

To walk around and not know what is going to happen around the next corner alone is a walk by faith type of moment

But yet here I am walking around many and by God alone

Here I stand

You cannot shake this foundation that has been built upon the back of one of the most strongest and unwavering women I never had the opportunity to meet

Yet her stories are still being told to this day

If you have yet to realize it, let me be the first to tell you that your words mean nothing to me

I feel no type of way

My nerve is still well placed as a matter of fact it is sipping this mint and honey tea and waiting to see if I am going to offer you a cup or two

Allow me to introduce you to the unfazed version of me

If I could point out every broken stage in my life I can show you how much stronger my bounce back has been

So yes these words did weigh heavy on my mind once upon a time ago

It was then I had to be reminded of who I was

And whether my time is cut short or extended this is who I am

And you and your worlds will never change that

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And even though my friends and family told me about her.

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She made me feel good…like a real man should.

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It ain’t something that I can wash off.

Nah, it ain’t nothin that can be done about it.

You see when I stepped into that cold a** water and had hands laid upon my head.

I had decided that this was going to be what I needed, so that I could see some better days.

Just a few.

I needed that from you…

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Who’s baptizing them?

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Lookin around as the world around me crumbles.

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Ten toes down I stand,

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I find a reason when we cannot find common ground.

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If I am unable to find anything else,

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Pressing on with you following suit.

You rely on me like I am the lifeline to this relationship.

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Maybe these words that’s leaning over within my head will lean into something more meaningful.

Or accidentally become a sorry, like some Patch Adam’s sh*t

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Melt within the palm of your bare hands.

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Don’t got time to do that

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These calluses on my hands are all the proof I need

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Although my hands wanted to react my arms refused to initiate

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