Bon Appétit
I fear that the cycle continues
That poverty runs behind me for most of the race
But always ends up the winner
I fear that the cycle continues
Consistency was never in our vocabulary
But neither was “give up”
I fear that the cycle continues
Of not having enough
But enough was family in disguise
I fear that the cycle continues
Of locking myself up in tears
And getting on my knees asking Him, why us?
I fear that the cycle continues
Of living life as though I am not scared
I crawl back to hide in the shadows. I am scared.
I fear that the cycle continues
Blindfolded and inching towards fulfillment
Reality strips me of my last whimsical breath—my pockets are empty
I fear that the cycle continues
Been a puppet on strings
And served on a platter
I feared that the cycle would continue
And it just might
But I have had eighteen years and nine months of air
And I am still here
Filtering the air
No money, but rich with love
No stability, but my family holds me up
Not much of anything I want, but plenty of what I need
Fear held the grip, not because she was stronger
But because I let her
I pity her no more
I will not be conquered
Most odds are against me
I will not be conquered
Bon appétit.