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Carry the Light

I don’t raise my voice to be heard,

I raise my hands to help.

The world don’t need more noise—

It needs a deeper felt.

I’ve seen sorrow sleep in beds

No justice ever found.

So I walk soft, but steady—

And I don’t lay burdens down.

I carry the light,

Even when it’s dim.

Even when the weight

Pulls hard on the limb.

It don’t shine loud,

But it shines true.

And if you’re cold—

It’s for you too.

I can’t fix the whole sky,

But I can hold this ground.

I can meet a stranger’s eyes

And not look down.

Joy’s not a hiding place—

It’s how I stay kind.

It’s how I hold the hurt

And still don’t close my mind.

I carry the light,

Even when it’s dim.

Even when the weight

Pulls hard on the limb.

It don’t shine loud,

But it shines true.

And if you’re cold—

It’s for you too.

This is how I resist.

This is how I remain.

One quiet step

In the middle of pain.

Still Climbing

You woke up heavy, thoughts like stone

Feelin’ like you’re out here all alone

But strength ain’t loud, and pride ain’t proof

Sometimes the strongest thing is just tellin’ the truth

It’s in the breath you take when you’re close to the edge

In the way you rise though your heart feels dredged

It’s gettin’ dressed when your mind says “stay”

It’s showin’ up anyway

You ain’t gotta shine for it to be real

You ain’t gotta speak just to show what you feel

Progress don’t always look brand new—

Sometimes it limps, but it gets through

You’re still climbing, step by step

Even when there’s not much left

No parade, no headline news

But you’re still here—still pushin’ through

It don’t mean you’re weak just ‘cause you bend

Not every crack means it’s the end

You held your ground in a quiet storm

Even cold, you kept yourself warm

You made a path when the road went dark

Lit it up with your own small spark

No one saw the way you stayed upright—

That’s okay. The strength was in the fight.

You’re not behind, you’re not too late

You’re carryin’ something heavy, not hate

And every moment that you didn’t let go

Is a verse in the story you never show

You’re still climbing, step by step

Even when there’s not much left

No parade, no headline news

But you’re still here—still pushin’ through

Doesn’t have to look brave.

Doesn’t have to feel clean.

Just means you kept going

when part of you wanted to leave.

Still climbing

Still climbing

Still climbing—

That’s enough

Rules to Stay Free

Keep your hands low, voice calm, heart strong

Breathe through the heat, it won’t last long

You don’t gotta win, you just gotta last

You ain’t your worst day—let the moment pass

Don’t say too much when you know what’s right

Most things don’t need your full fight

Get some sleep, you’ve done what you could

Wake up tomorrow and try to do good

First rule: don’t match they flame

Fire needs oxygen—starve the game

You get loud, they get louder, then it’s shame

Then it’s time lost, family hurt, whole name stained

I seen too many fall for that trap

Thinking being disrespected meant striking back

But truth is: heat don’t mean you right

And burning back don’t bring no light

Second rule: breathe before you break

A pause costs less than a grave mistake

You ain’t weak if you walk away straight

You strong if you keep your mind awake

Keep your peace

Own your name

Breathe before

Don’t feed shame

Third rule: carry yourself like tomorrow depends on it

Every choice is a ripple—don't pretend on it

Your word is a lock. Keep the key clean

One lie turns a man into a split screen

Fourth rule: don’t take it personal

Most people out here just hurt and terminal

You catch strays that was never about you

So don’t hold smoke that don’t know you

Fifth rule: routine is armor

Fold your day like prayers from your mama

Make your bed. Count your meals. Stay sharp

Small things build big heart

No one’s coming to rescue your name

You gotta build it in the dark, without shame

Forgive who you can, including yourself

And if that’s too hard—start with your health

Keep your hands low, voice calm, heart strong

Breathe through the heat, it won’t last long

You don’t gotta win, you just gotta last

You ain’t your worst day—let the moment pass

Don’t say too much when you know what’s right

Most things don’t need your full fight

Get some sleep, you’ve done what you could

Wake up tomorrow and try to do good

This for anybody tryin’ to stay free.

I just leave this here. Take what you need.

They Never Had Me

They gave me rules like armor,

Said "stay small, stay clean."

Taught me to walk like a whisper

Through someone else’s dream.

Said don’t be loud, don’t burn too bright,

Don’t take up space, don’t start a fight.

But I was born in stormlight—

I don’t dim just to make things right.

I played along,

I wore their names,

Till I remembered

Mine’s a flame.

They never had me—

Not my voice, not my skin,

Not my joy, not my sin.

They built a cage,

But I don’t fit in.

Let ‘em point, let ‘em preach—

I’m not theirs to reach.

They never had me.

I’ve seen them fold their anger

Into paper-thin advice—

Wrap poison in a compliment,

Then ask you to be nice.

They said love comes after the hiding,

After you break yourself into good.

But I walk in fully—

I am never what I should.

I’m not your fear,

I’m not your fix,

I’m not the shape

You throw your bricks.

They never had me—

Not my fire, not my fight,

Not my truth, not my right.

They made their rules,

But I write mine.

Let ‘em shout, let ‘em freeze—

I’m not theirs to please.

They never had me.

You can’t lose what you never owned.

You can’t name what was never yours.

I was free before you saw me—

I’ll be free when you ignore me.

They never had me—

Not my heart, not my hands,

Not my no, not my plans.

I walk with light

You can’t command.

Let ‘em talk, let ‘em try—

I’m not asking why.

They never had me.

And they never will.

Keep Going

Yeah…

You made it here.

That means something.

Let’s talk.

Every scar on your path been a line in the map

Every fall held a lesson you ain't find in a app

You been climbing with a weight that nobody could track

But you kept showing up—ain’t no strength deeper than that

You survived, but this ain’t just about getting through

It’s about healing in real time, letting truth move

It’s about noticing the breath when the storm pass

And choosing peace again, even when it don’t last

Eyes open—not just watching, but seeing

Not just thinking, but feeling, not just coping, but being

Yeah, the pain’s still a part, but it don’t own the script

Gratitude in your chest like a slow sunrise shift

So walk steady, walk kind, don’t forget your pace

There’s love in the mirror—might take time to face

You’re not broken, just building—be patient with grace

You made it here, and that’s enough to keep faith

Keep going (keep going) this is where you grow

What you carry’s real, but so’s your soul

Keep going (keep going) yeah, the path ain’t clear

But your feet still moving, and your heart still near

Keep going (keep going) eyes wide, mind soft

Let love lead when the lines get crossed

Keep going—you don’t walk alone

Every breath you take is a stepping stone

You ain’t gotta rush to arrive, take your time

Growth don’t shout, sometimes it just whispers inside

Sometimes healing’s just breathing, just staying alive

Sometimes truth shows up quiet in the middle of the ride

And you don’t need permission to forgive what was

You can hold your own hand like a friend does

You can name your pain without letting it run

You’re allowed to rest, even with work undone

Look, every version of you got you here

The loud one, the scared one, the one crushed by fear

They all played their part, so honor 'em clear

You’re still unfolding. Don’t disappear.

This is for the days you can’t explain

When the weight don’t break you, but it still leaves a stain

When you show up small, but still remain

That’s courage, homie. That’s the flame.

Keep walking. Keep real.

Let each breath remind you—you feel.

Keep going. That’s the deal.

Love’s still here. Still here. Still here.

Made of Light

Before the books, before the names,

Before the walls, before the flames,

There was breath, and there was grace,

And something holding every place.

It spoke in trees, in wind, in stone,

It called your soul but left you alone.

It never begged, it never claimed,

But when you wept, it knew your name.

You are made of light, don’t you see?

Every scar, every joy, every seed.

You are not the storm that passed through you,

You are the sky it moved into.

So rise again, don’t wait for proof,

The sun still sings above the roof.

And if you’ve ever felt what’s true...

It’s still in you.

They told you love was earned and bought,

Wrapped it in fear, then sold your thought.

But love is wider than they said,

It knows the living and the dead.

It’s not a law, it’s not a side,

It’s what remains when all has died.

It’s in the hands that hold the child,

It’s in the laugh, the quiet, the wild.

You are made of light, don’t you see?

Even in shadow, you still breathe.

You are not the grief that tried to drown,

You are the bell that shook the ground.

So rise again, don’t wait for proof,

The stars still lean to look at you.

And if you’ve ever felt what’s true...

It’s still in you.

You don’t need a name for it.

It knows you.

And it will wait

As long as it takes.

You are made of light, don’t you see?

You are the branch, the root, the tree.

You are not alone, and never were,

You are the song the winds prefer.

So rise again, not for the crowd,

But for the stillness, soft and proud.

If love has ever carried you...

It’s carrying you now.

Slow Turn

No need to rush, no need to race

Just let the sunlight find your face

The road will wait, it always does

You got time, and you got trust

Mirror glance, ease the wheel

Every move is how you feel

Make a slow turn, take it kind

Let the world fall in line

You don’t have to lead the pack

You just gotta bring it back

To slow turn, steady light

You’re the rhythm, not the fight

One lane over, let them through

Someone’s got a view like you

Brake before the break begins

That’s the grace that lives within

See the signs, hold the line

Peace is driving every time

Make a slow turn, take it kind

Let the world fall in line

You don’t have to lead the pack

You just gotta bring it back

To slow turn, steady light

You’re the rhythm, not the fight

It ain’t small to take it slow

It’s how the biggest changes grow

The calmest driver sets the tone

The quiet ones don’t drive alone

Make a slow turn, take it kind

Let the world fall in line

You don’t have to lead the pack

You just gotta bring it back

To slow turn, steady light

You’re the rhythm, not the fight

And when the road don’t call your name

You can ride the rail just the same

All of us, one easy stream

Moving steady through the dream

For We Shall Live

We carry the light, we carry the flame

Firing through storm, through sorrow and strain

Each part a promise, steady and true

I do this for me

I do this for you

I do this for we—

For we shall live!

[Spinal Cord]

I hold the weight, I walk the line

I run the current spine to spine

I don't speak loud, but I am the path

The silent pulse that clears your wrath

We carry the light, we carry the flame

I do this for we—

For we shall live!

[Brainstem]

I beat the drum, I keep the time

Your breath, your blink, your hill to climb

I'm deep and old, a buried spark

But I stand watch through light and dark

[Amygdala]

I feel the heat before it shows

I raise the guard, I clench the toes

But I don’t rule, I only warn

The fire that knows when fear is born

We carry the light, we carry the flame

Firing through storm, through sorrow and strain

Each part a promise, steady and true

I do this for me

I do this for you

I do this for we—

For we shall live!

[Occipital Lobe]

I paint the world behind your eyes

I catch the color, shade the skies

I do not judge what you believe

But I give shape to what you see

[Parietal Lobe]

I mark the space, I count the ground

I hold the shape when you turn 'round

I balance feeling, motion, grace

I keep you in your time and place

[Cerebellum]

I swing the step, I drum the pace

I flow through every twist and race

You do not see me when you stand

But I’m the beat behind your hand

We pass the torch, we hold the line

From nerve to spark, from flesh to mind

No part alone could bear the weight—

Together now, we animate

[Hippocampus]

I hold the keys to where you’ve been

I carry love, I carry sin

I fold the past into your name

I light the way and mark the flame

[Frontal Lobe]

I make the plans, I draw the map

I keep the thread when systems snap

But I don’t lead—I stand in trust

That every part will rise with us

[Prefrontal Cortex]

I feel the pull beyond the now

I shape the thought, I raise the brow

I dream the self, I guess, I bend

And still I follow to the end

We carry the light, we carry the flame

Through every joy, through every pain

Each part a promise, steady and true

I do this for me

I do this for you

I do this for we—

For we shall live!

Yes, we shall live.

We shall live.

No More Turkey (Give Thanks Anyway)

They told me Plymouth Rock was sacred,

A boat full of saints, freedom-laced and brave men—

Nah, that ship was chartered, royal-sealed and hardened,

Paid by the Crown to claim land like a bargain.

Salt meat rottin', no light in the hold,

Disease in the lungs and the cabins ice cold.

Half of ‘em dead ‘fore the snow even fell,

But they rebranded that as liberty’s smell.

Pamphlets in Dutch, fake maps on the wall,

"Endless resources!"—the empire’s call.

From Amsterdam’s print press to Boston’s shore,

It was gold, wood, bodies—not something to adore.

No more turkey, no more lies,

No more pilgrims in disguise.

Give thanks anyway, just not that way—

Gratitude lives past the fairytale play.

No more turkey, pass the truth,

We serve plates and we serve proof.

Take the myth off the menu, reclaim the feast,

Gratitude ain’t built on a lie to the least.

They flipped the story in industrial time,

Turned genocide to a nursery rhyme.

Mayflower saints and a smiling Squanto,

While land was seized and the blood still followed.

They hid the hunger, hid the graves,

Wrapped empire up in flags and praise.

Hollywood scripts, textbooks clean,

Daughters of the Rev wrote the American dream.

But we ain’t playin’ in costume plays,

We give thanks in community ways.

Pass out meals, hold space for the grieving,

Truth hits hard, but healing’s worth believing.

No more turkey, no more lies,

No more pilgrims in disguise.

Give thanks anyway, just not that way—

Gratitude lives past the fairytale play.

No more turkey, pass the truth,

We serve plates and we serve proof.

Take the myth off the menu, reclaim the feast,

Gratitude ain’t built on a lie to the least.

So here’s to the land, and who still walks it.

Here’s to the table, and who still stocks it.

Not some crown-backed script from overseas—

But the hands that give, and the love that feeds.

We don’t need pilgrims to feel divine,

We light candles in real time.

From the shelters to the stoops, we break the chain,

Thankful for joy, even born of pain.

So no parade for the myth machine,

Just justice, kinship, collard greens.

Serve it up honest, no sacred cow—

If thanks means truth, then the time is now.

No more turkey, no more lies,

No more pilgrims in disguise.

Give thanks anyway, just not that way—

Gratitude lives past the fairytale play.

No more turkey, pass the truth,

We serve plates and we serve proof.

Take the myth off the menu, reclaim the feast,

Gratitude ain’t built on a lie to the least.

Mac on the Attack

A story of true victory.

But the road is long.

And Mike Tyson waits.

Player One: Little Mac, no size, just heart,

Told I'd get KO’d before I hit Start.

Glass Joe steps up—man, he's lighter than air,

Swing once, he’s gone—like he wasn't even there.

Von Kaiser with the shaky knees, war-faced mean,

Danced around his jabs, and I painted the ring.

Piston Honda bows low, comes high like a blade,

But I saw the tell—and I never got played.

"Mac crushes the Minor Circuit."

"Brooklyn underdog punches above weight."

One by one, I read the tells,

Duck the bombs, ring the bells,

Mac on the attack—climbin' the stack,

Dreams too big for the Minor league track!

I dodge, I weave, I study, I fight—

Brooklyn kid, always punchin’ with might

Sunrise bleeds on the Brooklyn streets,

Doc rolls steady on the two-wheel seat,

Statue of Liberty watching me grind,

Dreams pounding harder than the thoughts in my mind.

No lights, no fame, just sweat and the breeze,

Training for a shot most never believe.

Back in the ring—bigger names, bigger swings,

King Hippo drops bombs, leaves a hole in the ring,

Open wide, chin high—dropped him like a stone,

Doc yells out: "Kid, you’re in the zone!"

Great Tiger pulls tricks, teleport, fake strikes,

I saw through the smoke—punched out the lights.

"Mac dominates the Major Circuit."

"Eyes on the World Belt next."

One by one, I read the tells,

Dance the storms, dodge the shells,

Mac on the attack—ain't lookin' back,

Major dreams on a World belt track!

I slip, I strike, I study, I fight—

Brooklyn kid, always punchin’ with might

Bald Bull charges—horns low, feet wide,

Timed the uppercut—flipped the bull on his hide.

Soda Popinski, drunk and wild with the swings,

I popped his cork—now he's seeing things.

Super Macho Man, flexing in the mirror,

Haymaker flies—now the picture gets clearer.

"Little Mac on the edge of glory."

"The Dream Match looms..."

Got stronger.

Got smarter.

Belts behind me.

Chin down.

I became my best self.

The Dream Fight.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Kid Dynamite.

Mike Tyson.

Punch out.

Take It In

You stood up, you gave it all,

You took the chance, you took the fall.

And now you’re here, the work paid off,

Take a breath—you earned this spot.

Take it in, feel the light,

Let it lift you, let it shine.

You were enough before this day,

But still—what a moment, what a way.

The road was long, the climb was steep,

The nights were tough, the cuts went deep.

But look at you, look at this,

Right now, it all exists.

Take it in, feel the light,

Let it lift you, let it shine.

You were enough before this day,

But still—what a moment, what a way.

Tomorrow comes, the page will turn,

The fire fades but still it burns.

Don't chase the echo, don’t hold tight,

Just let it breathe, just let it ride.

Take it in, feel the light,

Let it lift you, let it shine.

You were enough before this day,

But still—what a moment, what a way.

You did it.

Yeah, you did it.

Sweeter for the Reaching

Fox watched the grapes sway in the sun,

Bright and full, just out of jump.

He leapt and strained with all his might,

But the vine kept laughing from its height.

Breathless, bruised, he shook his head,

Turned to the tortoise and bitterly said,

"Weren't worth the wanting, sour from the start."

But the words rang hollow in his heart.

Some sweetness is meant only to be chased,

Some dreams fall just out of reach.

But if you're honest, and you carry them gentle,

They can make you kinder. They can make you see.

The tortoise spoke of a strawberry bright,

Lost to a hare in a flash of light.

Raced and won, but it didn't mend

The hollow ache that never ends.

Fox bowed his head, let out a sigh,

"I really did want them," he whispered shy.

The tortoise smiled, slow and deep,

"That wanting — it's yours to keep."

They walked on slow, under the sky,

With empty hands and open eyes.

Some fruit you taste, some dreams you miss 

Still sweeter for the reaching, this.

Let It Be by My Hands

The sun will fall, the wind will bend

The frost will kiss the fields again

But I will stand, and I will breathe

My strength will rise like roots through leaves

I ask no favor, wear no crest

I keep my vow inside my chest

The path is long, the road unshown

But I will walk it stone by stone

Let it be by my hands

Let it be by my breath

What is broken shall stand

What is lost shall be kept

Not by command

Not by demand

Let it be by my hands

I’ve knelt in silence, I’ve burned in doubt

I’ve watched the stars go in and out

I carry light that no one gave

And I will spend it unafraid

If the fire goes low

I will keep it alive

If the dark runs deep

I will open my eyes

If the world forgets

Then I will recall—

Not for glory

But for all

Let it be by my hands

Let it be by my breath

What is broken shall stand

What is lost shall be kept

Not born to obey

Not made to be led

Let it be by my hands

Let it be by my steps

Let it be

Let it be

By my hands

So let it be