21

I used to hate rap but I've written
this in that voice
cause I want it to be poetry
to music, what could be better than
that choice?


So I'm twenty one now and I've been mentally evasive.
Drown out the throughs that scare me, are abrasive

Like now I've passed the time
of getting away with minor crime
missed my boat on that chance, how time does fly.

But what I've learned up to this point
I'm called to put into action
Its like the testing's done.
No more trials or accidents.

Get drunk too often, its not a phase it's addiction
And how long can I get away with treating real work like an affliction?

The internet, the great equaliser
everyone heard equally.
but do my actions mean a thing
or do they fizzle out like Kony?

I'm scared of others my age
who seem to have it altogether.
I mean, right now I'm fine
but what if I hit stormy weather?

I'm scared that I don't know real life
I'm guilty of the thought
that something bad will happen, just
so I'll know my strengths and put to practise what I've been taught.

Don't want to fall in love just because I like the feeling.
The next one has to be worth it
it takes too long to get done healing.

I worry too much still about people
who don't give a damn about me.
I'm trying to save my time and energy
now for those of good company.

I've realised now I give myself away so easily.
I'm learning to retain my soul
in a war designed to beat me.

I've still so much to learn, so much I don't
want to miss, A
chance to explore myself yet
be a good role model for my little sister.

The world before me and my feet are finally
finding traction
through each experience, positive
and negative interaction

To spend more time in the dark,
and inside myself
to not have a blank mind or let
it rust upon a shelf.

To continually grow
to develop and learn.
In time I'll know to avoid the ways that I can
be burned

So I'll grow old and wise, and I hope I'll be happy
and be fulfilled with my life,
to have lived elegantly.