Revelations

What happens when you feel like an imposter

when you look in the mirror you finally see the monster

You don’t see who you expect, but its someone you have been portraying as your mask

How do you become the mask you replay on the daily

That was only suppose to be a façade

Now I feel this becomes a limit

Instead of being you, being limitless

Possibilities infinite

True success definite

You become fake

A genuine mistake

Yet it protects you so it doesn’t seem wrong

I want to seek out the motions of my preaching

Predicting that my notions can fix my life

Call me a dreamer



As I grow older my wisdom I took note of yesterday actually makes my past sound like a present. Like what was given to me was a gift of understanding

I want to live and learn so when I speak it sounds like I have already been there and done that

I want my name to sound like strength in a sentence

That when you speak of my name you have a dramatic pause at the end of your statement

I don’t want people to feel sorry for me I want them to hear me

I don’t want people to see my past and fear me

I want them to see the beacon of light I plan on being

I try to be sincere and genuinely devoted

Making myself better in life to be promoted

To something that means something

More than a social status

However to my heart I wish to see my reflection in peoples eyes

Knowing that they can see I am finally realizing my disguise

As exactly what it is

Something that hides me from showing my true self

becoming the butterfly that is no longer average

No longer seen as a savage for attention .



I always felt as if people had no faith in my skill

Not only will I reach my potential but I will teach

Teach from experience

People are my audible encyclopedia

each one teach one

So I am obsessed with my meaning my purpose my mission

Every day I close my eyes and toss as I envision

The unimaginable beauty that I am allowed to create

One day I will smile and look back on this specific date

Saying it may be Friday the 13th but I expected a beautiful Fate

Sometimes I felt gloomy

Then I remember;

I am entitled to my creation and my legacy

Where will I find it in a world of ideas

I will make my place

I reckon people will remember my face

To the family I see I may look like a disgrace

The person I was isn’t who I prepare to stay

I am enamored, I am enthralled to look in the mirror now

I like the person I see

Not only that , but I can see a pretty destiny

In the Face of TiaMarie

Why because I ain’t worried about nobody, but me

For now.