Let me tell a story
Let me tell a tale
Of how I hold onto hope
Hoping it does not fade away
Of how I trip and fall 
And feast of the dust
Is it still triumph that I crave
The end is infinity chapters away
But I can’t let go of this page
What is a young black boy like me….
Doing in the world of the brave
People who take shots of lava
Hoping it does not burn their lungs
For I’ve been strung in this string
Struggling to be strong
But I strive for a better version of myself