This is my plan.

It has been etched in my head for some time now.

The covers claiming to have a mind of their own,

thrown into my sense,

the only luck I have left,

seeing what I must become

and finally how I must start.

I have dipped my toe into this fiery mindset

and thankfulness to this, to this wonder.

I know how  to start, I know how to start.

To take the pain without consent,

no one can know, no one will ever know.

To take the leftover glory with closed eyes,

no one can see me, if I cannot see them.

I won’t say a word, just do my thing.

This is where the black eludes the respect,

this is where I earn my rights back,

my place,

treading above this,

not letting anything get to me.

The wind rains through each strand of me,

give and do not take,

the way my father lived.