Quitting is worse than suicide. I should know.
Humiliation the icing on my pride as I grow.
More than a decade after higher learning
is not helping more of a decade of my earnings.
I know I said that wrong.
The schools ain’t teaching self-encouragement, the blues in my song.
I would have to know people, brown nose, be in a brotherhood,
and/ or be on my knees. I fond none of those good.
Some would respond as if I’m not putting in the effort.
I agree a little as their outlook is better.
And Black males have to do the extra as the rest do the standard.
We’re just as regular, yet we’re still getting slandered.
As if more melanin aligns us with Satan
when it’s about we’re praising, so they’re mistaken.
I talk to Jesus about how the struggle is real.
People hurting others for their happiness. That’s their deal.
Slavery still exists in America. It’s just in mew clothes.
The ones that know about it fear being exposed.
I’m writing this, and my peers don’t want to hear it from me.
They rather hear it from a man with popularity.
And the Lord has been working on my dignity, reshaping it,
healing from previous misery as I’m hating it.
I’d rather count the hairs I’m going to cut off,
cut off fake fellowships. Some friends may shut off
the idea. I should be brave to reconcile,
love them all of course as the history’s in file.
Some found me weird. I’ll take that badge and strut.
It hurt that some Black folks didn’t find me Black enough.
Who made them leaders of the council?
I’ll hand over my card with a sound will.
Strip all I have where it’s just me that’s left.
I may rebuild something tremendously deft.
Quitting is worse than suicide. I shouldn’t say that
because worrisome ears wouldn’t want to hear the playback,
but it’s true to me. Profusely I’ve been fighting
discouragement. The Lord has been giving me encouragement.
The Word gives nourishment in a world against Jesus as the Messiah,
Hating him with a desire.
They rather set his existence on fire and live the way they want,
and the way they want may leave them gaunt.
They don’t want to hear it.
An encouraging word may help their appearance.
So it’s best that I lead by example,
tell them how evil spirits want my life trampled.
And I’m still around. I should be in the shadows,
but a little sun is good for my skin as far as I know.
The joy evil spirits want to keep us away from
is the same joy that will bless us. I rather overcome…
… overcome how Black men are falsely portrayed,
overcome how my skills aren’t appreciated,
overcome how my trust has been betrayed.
I’m grateful. The Lord’s help will be compensated.
Some don’t want to share how they overcame.
If they’re snobbish when they do it, later they should feel shame.
Me as well. I’d rather be inspired and inspire to rise against the suffering,
make patient and wise moves whenever I am struggling.
And I’ll dispose how the world wants me to be made,
and disclose my talks with Jesus as he helps me along the way.
And I’ll expose my ears because he has much to say.
I’m waiting on the rebuttal.