It’s crazy to think of where I am right now—
Guyanese boy living in America.
Had you told me at the beginning of my journey,
this is where I’d be,
I’d be hard-pressed to believe you.
Truth be told, it’s been hard honestly,
I feel my mind’s eyes constantly playing the slideshows of what
I’ve endured,
what I’ve been through,
the things I’ve seen
and the lives I’ve lived.
Sometimes I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t belong,
like an outsider looking in,
or a passenger in this car called my life
driving itself with the fuel of my dreams.
It’s so surreal,
the way my environments are constantly changing.
One minute I wake and here I am, the next minute I wake and I’m
there just floating.
I feel tired, no, I feel exhausted. I feel like my strength is
waning. But what’s the price you pay in the pursuit of a legacy?
The nights studying by a candle with no light? The days with no
water? The days going hungry stealing food?
You tell me…
