I want this to be like a glimpse into me.
My life.
My past.
My present.
I want this to make me heard.
Make me known.
Make me around.
I want people to learn.
To think.
To see.
I want them to knows what its like to be scared.
To be aware.
To be shutdown.
Completely torn apart into shreds.
Into pieces.
Into fragments.
I want them to taste how bitter.
Tart.
Rotten. This can be.
But I want them to see how beautiful.
Lovely.
Sweet. It is too.
I want people to what I’ve seen.
Feel what I’ve felt.
Hear what I’ve heard.
I want this to be my transporter to my past.
My gateway to my future.
My elevator to the greater times.
I want them to see the chipped away yellow nail polish.
Hear my music blasting.
Feel the suspense climbing.
Crawling.
Chasing. Up their backs.
I want to make you proud.
Enlightened.
Relieved.
But I want to make it better.
Richer.
Fuller.
I want to make the black and white turn to color.
Bright.
Bold.
Powerful color.
I want to achieve.
Inspire.
Fulfill.
I want to be heard.
Be known.
Be around.
For Good.
Forever.
For Life.