Last one for today, from the vision book.

 Seldomly do I respond   to such accusations.

For I’ve arrived,

and you’ve not.

For I was born for something greater

than the mask of the everyday 

masquerade…

No need to dress up, I do not bother.

To sink to your lowly  assumptions

For you’ve simply found yourself 

10yrs prior

remaining the block nigga 

the highschool desire

but I, need more than that.

Money is an addition.

For a thought, becomes  the dream

the goal in which I plan to reach the money

trails

my 

ambitions.

…So I’m not worried  about that.

I’m worried about my future,

although  I’m focused on today.

I make  a step everyday

to stray beyond the means that lock me up.

Shackled at the feet.

Imprisoned.

I refuse to shout from a mental penatentiary

that is a certified killer 

of any healthy thoughts 

I fear…

that my son will have no one to look to.

For guidance.

Beyond God Himself.

And that the block nigga will slither 

his way into his heart

and corrupt his innocent curiosity.

I know

he will be stronger

than   Adam , and what Eve

eventually brought him to.

But for my baby 

he needs

positivity…

options. 

I’m 6 months pregnant with 

a gift that will change nations.

That will speak  internationally 

campaign for self-righteousness

AND its dropping SOON.

So for my thoughts to give

birth

to the lost nations at hand

my plan is to birth

the “wake-up.”

For I was born for something greater

than the everyday masquerade,

No need to dress up. I do not even bother.

-Asia Monique Mays