Struggle
Struggle is like my shadow.
It appears whenever a bright day appears.
And although I attempt to dodge it, it always remains near
Struggle has bothered my family since as early as I can remember.
No amount of good deeds makes struggle reconsider.
She makes my mom stress over bills that never disappear.
She reminds women in my fathers past to reappear.
Struggle is why I get excited whenever I sleep in a bed.
Mattresses are way better than carpet under your head.
Struggle is why I’m oh so nervous about bills
My fear of debt is here and has never been so real.
Struggle makes me worry about the wife I don’t have and the kids One day.
I want them to live stress free and never worry about having a place to stay.
I want Ms. Williams to be proud of her man,
But I’m nervous because I can’t escape struggle’s hands.
Struggle makes me imagine my life if my loved ones died young.
Struggle makes me consider consequences before I can have fun.
Struggle is the reason my car can’t endure.
It’s become harder for me to deal with her the more I mature
Because the hope I had as a child seems to decrease and keep me humble.
I feel I’m always close to a touchdown when struggle makes me fumble.
So I walk and talk myself up and put full effort into each smile,
But there’s a sticky sadness, a resentment within me all the while.
