From the Poet:
“I wrote these pieces of art because there is power behind everyone’s story. Maybe you’re aware or haven’t noticed, but you are, in fact, a very powerful and important individual. Share your story. Don’t be ashamed. Through art or through any other form of expression, your story will inspire others.”
Paranoia
I feel the thunder in my veins,
my heart’s pace has changed.
Feeling the adrenaline and the redness of my face.
Searching left and right,
gripping on my knife.
Looking all panicky like if I sniffed a line.
It’s the paranoia that comes in volts.
A paranoia overdose that makes me lose it all.
I become too worry of what’s not really there,
tripping on the small things like the whispers of the air.
Having to sleep with a gun near by,
reaching for the cuete at every sound of the night.
Waking up alone not knowing who to trust,
although I got homies who’ve always showed love.
How can I control my mind when it’s playing me a fool?
How can I kill the enemy if it’s inside my soul and skull?
How can I get the voices finally outside of my head?
‘Cuz all I truly want is to live a life
where I don’t expect to wound up dead.