Alot on my mind
Alot to say
Alot of time
to think all day.
I woke up today
felt nervous.
1000 thoughts
on my mind
every single time.
Head is more crowded
than a prison.
My head is a cellblock
and each thought
is a cell.
So narrow, no room
to breathe.
Annoys me like
a kid with a stick
poking me.
Is it misery
As I think suddenly
about the pain
that causes me
an affliction so deep
My faith drowns in
a pool of hate.
Imagine waking up
thinking your car can break
down any moment.
Imagine waking up 5am
on purpose to leave the house
to avoid seeing your parent
Imagine waking up loving
your girlfriend
but regret a relationship
for not having money
in your pocket.
Imagine working 2 jobs
with no days off
and still barely making it.
Imagine waking up
almost damn near 30
and still not independent
compared to your siblings.
Imagine waking up
and addicted to masterbating
because you fear
that you might be lacking
in the sex department
Imagine waking up feeling
disappointed
because you tired of seeing
the same faces.
Imagine waking up
realizing that it’s going
to be a long night of studying
Imagine waking up tired
but can’t take off because
of being broke
and have to make
room in your head to make
plans for your girlfriend.
Imagine waking up
upset with yourself
because you can’t
afford therapy sessions
because insurance
doesn’t cover it.
My body is a rope
and my thoughts
are playing tug of war
with my body.
Peace I get hardily any.
Unforribidden remedies
I seek close distance
but can’t touch.
I realized this in my sleep
when last night I dreamed
I met the former president
“Barack Obama”.
I was at buffalo wild wings
with my sister,
eating wings.
I just happen to look next
to me.
I saw him sitting right next
to me in a booth
with a blue tie matching
his dark blue suit
and black alligator shoes.
He was eating with his
wife “Michelle”.
Barack had a cheeseburger
on his plate.
Then I looked at his face.
I was astonished because
like why would the most famous
black man be a local
buffalo wild wings.
So I’m staring at him
then he stares back at me.
He extends his hands
and says
“I’m Barack and you are?”
When he said that I was beyond
shocked.
I almost fainted.
I got on my knees
and met eye level with his legs
and hugged it.
Now I don’t exactly remember what happened
next but
Barack did tell me
he was preparing for a speech.
I had a million questions to ask him
but my main question to him was
“In 2008 when you won the election,
Was you nervous, did you have doubts
that you wasn’t going to be a good president?”
I never got an answer because I woke up
from my dream.
The example of my dream is my real life.
When I feel like I get closer to accomplishing something,
my doubts consumes me realizing life is harder
than I imagine
and rejection is more common than accomplishments