Overcome (8/5/12)
When pain is the glove it becomes super glued to you, cover up ya face feel like crying is the usual. People keep abusing you, fear is what you losing to. Then pain brings memories and share the hurt so its mutual. But we gotta rise above it, hate it then we love it. Pull out that happiness they thought we never would discover. Step up to the plate to see the enemy and confront it. Let your confidence hang around you like a chain leave it studdard.
Its hard to move on when you think you lost everything. Forgetting memories you thought you'd never stop cherishing. Ones that were joyous times and even the embarrassing. But you only continue on so more memories developing. I understand how the pain feels, the moment it became real. Unbalanced on my feet felt like I had a maimed heel. But I let my outer core just remain steel. They took my possessions but inside me is my heart and that's something that you can't steal.
It's hard to live this life without thinking bout the drama, living mainly for today cuz tomorrow is never promised. The same was said for my cousin Thomas but he reminds us. That the violence should be suppressed and anything less won't solve the problem. Its easy to take a man than to raise him through this journey. I don't know what hurts more giving birth or him being buried. Seeing him lay there in that coffin really hit me and disturbed me. I cry the same day thinking death wanted to assure me.
I love you Thomas
Insight: This was written shortly after the passing of my cousin Thomas Martin. He was shot dead in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. It was a tragedy in our family but somehow I did not feel much pain when I heard the news. I never really got to know my cousin, so I couldn't cry like everyone else around me were doing. When it came to his funeral, however, I did indeed cry. The first paragraph deals with overcoming a sadness in your and to not let it run rampant inside you. The next paragraph deals with holding on to the things you hold most dearest to you. These can range from memories or emotions. Don't let others see that you are hurting, as some take advantage of that. The last paragraph is aimed directly towards Thomas His violent death does not need to be violently retaliated. Watching him being buried looked just as painful as his mom giving birth to him. Death assured me that while I did not know my cousin too well I was able to cry over the fact that someone close has passed away.
