A LEGEND OR A GOD IN THE MAKING

I do not take a knee at anyone you will not see me ever bow even if I wanted to I do not know how. my stomach is getting tight I must continue on this path for this is my calling this war I hope will be my last, this is not about the future or the past for the wounds that I am starting to wear are covering the scars that I acquired over time now I silence my mind to walk that thin painted line.

Strangers are coming to me to tell me their stories that hold no moments of pride for the pain and truth they had to hide. my voice and the beat of my drums will not only be my shining light of glory but also that of my brothers and sisters who are trying to break free from the ties that bind them.

A legend or a God in the making I do not know all I know is that I do not want to be remembered for my suffering but for my story and name. this world of ours will not remain the same if we all come together and take each other hands and walk out of the shadows of the machines doubt