A Poesy With Moesy: Volume 8

What's good, y'all?! It's ya girl Moe The Majestic, Lady M.C., Mula Moe, Moe Money Moe Problems; and I'm back with some FUEGO literature fa dat ass!

Sooooo... Ya gal has been laying low and gatekeeping her poems to herself lately but, I'm here to drop one of my favorite poems of the year.

Since this is the 8th poem I've posted and 8 is my favorite number, lemme drop some facts about the number 8!

8 or as I like to say "The Great 8" is the number of abundance, strength, and success!

Ight, so without further ado; lets tap into this poem.

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POEM CONTAINS PROFANITY AND DISCUSSES TOPICS OF MENTAL AND SPIRITUAL HEALTH!!

Untitled Number Three

By: Moe The Majestic

Something isn’t right within.

I feel like a monster in my own skin

As I sit back and view life for what it is and take it on the chin, I ask myself one question: “When will my life truly begin?”

Nobody even notices I’m at my wits-fucking-end!

I can no longer sit and pretend that everything is good on the backend when NOBODY cares enough to comprehend the headspace I’m in.

And just like the wall in Berlin, I feel myself caving in from all the pressures of these generational sins.

I know that I’m the one in my lineage built to ascend and heal from everything the mother fuckers that came before me didn’t mend but, GODDAMN!

WHY?! Why must MY soul be condemned when I’m the ONLY one attempting to amend all the sins that were passed down from generation to generation?!

The saddest part of it all is, It be your own damn people. You know “family”. The ones of which you share relation with. The ones who set the tone and foundation of which your personality and communication style is built.

The same “family” members that helped build that foundation are the same ones who effortlessly tear down your reputation with things as simple as invalidation. Since nobody else wants to have the conversation, I’ll give you a demonstration.

You see, once you don’t fit the mold of their expectations, they start having reservations about your dreams and ambitions. Maybe even your disposition. Oh and don’t even mention breaking a family tradition! That alone will put the outliers of the family in a horrible position.

So, before you make it your mission to pass judgment… Take a second to STOP, think, and listen. Because, coming with an open mind and an open heart just might be the only thing that won’t drift us apart…

An Ode to the Black Family diaspora

Thank you to my lovely readers for consistently supporting me no matter how inconsistently I may post!

Peace Out!

~ M.C.

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