Shin Splints Poem by Stevens Cadet

But I keep fighting trying my best to stay in the right lane like usain bolt, racing to get my goal

Like gold, but the devil knows...
Why many 'niggas' fail, it's called, desperation.

And I feel him chasing me down.

Even while doing good you get caught up due to a lack of respiration

So I'm trying to get my breathing right

I'm slaving for what should of been a birth right, a roof, water, shelter

All given by Mother Nature but my Uncle put a price on all she gave

Long distance relationships are bittersweet

Because my goals are long fought but it all feels like a big reach

Where the things I've learned on my way there was something life just had to teach

I receive devilish thoughts that make me a stereo type

But my base never saved me from the lessons that tagged on so I guess my hearing's not right

What would I be if not right? Saying that last line fast might change up my life!

I'm in this race, with no squares, but when these demons circle me, if my ethnicity is not native, black, Hispanic or white?

Why is it that 'other' I should write? Another way to fit your stereo type..

My darkness only worked in light
And my light only came in the middle of night

I guess in the end... That'll make it all the more better... When I reflect on my life