Coming Up 👆🏾

Coming Up, the spoon was Gold, almost platinum, a mother who resembled an angel, receiving heavenly guidance treating others as equals & never beneath thy,

Living though was never fully easy like the sound of sunny ocean waters, with a father all over & trying to only please my mother's desires, you soon gain early the perception of fake with the other mistakes,

With heartache added with the loss of my mother & other's eyes on me because of my potential, there was never a true comfort in trust in a single individual

Some resources were & have been available most not in line with the purpose of my being, the others included with fine print asking me to change the makeup of me

Coming Up with the Dad there but not there, resembles the equivalent to the ghost of Christmas, listening to wise counsel through the years brought me here, while staying in fights with the universe to gain the full desires I've dreamed over the years, any fears, failure, doubts, complaints, or excuses don't exist while grinding for it, when others pray for my fears to develop, my higher power protects my soul & purpose with his umbrella

The steps that are taken have to be retraceable, for my siblings, my generation, my future, and my culture, so we remain young forever...