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I wave my hand like I’m in a parade. Meanwhile, deep inside I, laugh cry smile. I’ve been fighting my inner demons for a while. Chile, I have been to church. Told my therapist what hurts. Hope the exes stay to make it work. Talk to a physicist, tryna break a curse.

Little does the devil know, he can have me. I’m not battling for a life filled with tragedy. While Beyonce lives lavishly. I didn’t ask for this life but it is what it had to be.

I ain’t saying I am depressed. Just getting my mind off my chest.

I think about what’s next.

And what if what’s next isn’t real. If I was just a pawn, a part of a deal.