January

I am family oriented and money driven.

I wonder how imma make it out of here clean

I hear iconic duos are rippling split at the seams

I want to capture the feeling I had at first

I hear white noise

Like meeting my heroes and seeing how magic works, there actions out of characters even when they rehearse

Leaving me in limbo to question what I believe

Leaving me to ask “is there anyone like me?”

I am family oriented and money driven.

I pretend to act like I care

I feel the eyes on my body as they stare

I touch they spirits everyday

I worry this touch will eventually fade

I cry said my mother one time

I am pretend to act like I care

I understand