Untitled Poem #2

If you’ve encountered me in the past month, you may say,

“Damn, that boy’s lost his mind.”
And you may think,
“Damn, that boy’s a fucking weirdo.”
Nah, honey… I’m just self-aware and happy.
Simple as that, really. No, wait.

Give me some credit, will ya?

It took hard work
love and care.

Oh and lots of money,
cause this good shit they’re selling
you know
well, it ain’t free.

And what can I say?
After 35 point 5 years,
A man was found.
And that man is me.

And it feels good.

HEY!