Why look down on Me?

Why look down on me

When you look at me you see everything but me

But what is it that you see when looking at me

You see my father….

A drinker, cheater, a coward and a liar

What is it that you see when looking at me

You see my Mother…

My real father, with a head full of stress she gives a shoulder shrug an asks why bother

But still.. What is it that you see when looking at me

Do you see my older Brother..

A young father, a felon, a man walking because of a miracle and a man still alive because of so many blessings

But yet again I ask.. What do you see when looking at me

Can you see my grandmother

A lady wise beyond her years, a lady so susceptible to tears, the first person to scold you but also the first to give you cheers

But tell me what exactly it is that you see when looking at me

Maybe a young man made by his eyes who you think has a heart of stone since you’ve never seen him express hurt or you never seen him cry

But what you see doesn’t matter because all that matters is the things that I see when I’m looking at me.

I see a scared little boy torn between homes

I see a boy that’s always surrounded but always feels alone

I see a young man whose words can cause a riot

But in a room full of noise he somehow seems to speak but stay quiet

I’m nothing more than a common man, small but looking towards the stars

I scored 60 points in a basketball game but nobody even cared because I got a “c” on my report card

Life aint my favorite game but I’m still going to play

I’m light overshadowed by darkness looking forward to a brighter day