Graduation

What I wasn’t made to handle, I still managed. Made my way across the stage, Like I did my campus. I coulda done more, Ain’t give into panic, There’s too much to absorb. My canvas implored: make a mark. To start. I done did it though. spitting ink Not transactional, This actual, My skin to the page To master flow. My tattered robes thrown off, I was naked once, And i’s still closed off. The dunce on all Fronts. A farce to stunt my shine at once, I rise, and take what’s mine. My lunch. My agency, Divine. It packs a punch. Got floored back. It took some months, But I came right back. I done did it. I’ll do it again. I was angry enough, But that’s energy spent. It got me off the floor, But I stand for my friends. I done did it. I’ll do it again. I done did it. I’ll do it again.  I done did it. I’ll do it again. I done spent too much time right inside of my pen. I drew myself a cage, May these bars quell my rage, And earn me a 10. To stand up again. To see who I am, I had to see what I lacked. My will bends, But never it snaps. There’s more to life than a death and a tax. I live on the hill, I’ll die on that. There’s more to what’ll be Than what has been. That’s what I’ve seen. I play music when I close my eyes and dream. Sweet Melodies, I try to play for you. Are they just for me? I celebrate this revelry. This my graduation. I studied master’s speak With painful patience. I don’t sit idly and wait for vacancies. Take it. Name it. That’s your baby now. Be proud. Don’t go, Come around. Dance to the rhythm of your drum, Make some sound. Make this city a town. Speak your love. Profess it messily Only way we know how. Cliches, Releasing the doves. Get your flowers every day, It don’t matter the month.  I done did it. I’ll do it again. I was angry enough, But that’s energy spent. It got me off the floor, But I stand for my friends. I done did it. I’ll do it again. I done did it. I’ll do it again. I done did it. I’ll do it again. I done spent too much time right inside of my pen. I drew myself a cage, May these bars quell my rage, And earn me a 10. I had to fuck it up Just get it right. That’s life. I know I’m young, I still know what it’s like. We all live the same lives, Albeit a different type. Some’s vice is drugs, Some is not knowing what they’ve done. I can tell you that you’re doing good. I can tell you lots of things, But I won’t say “you should.” You should Not just listen to me. If I’ve learned anything, It’s that we just need space to breathe. So as I walk across the stage, And grab the paper that tells me that I met the mark for classes and my grades. Nothing changed. My life Is still ahead of me, And that’s where it’ll stay. In every way But literally.