Too Busy

Nobody’s favorite. Not even my Mama’s
That never mattered to me much though
I was too busy worrying about being broke
I was too busy trying to get it out the mud
When I should’ve been busy trying to understand love
Too busy being violent to recognize peace
Too busy earning my stripes to know that

The blind leads the blind,
Revenge is always an eye for an eye
And when it comes to an end
Death or jail was the only thing to see.

I’m still nobody’s favorite, but now
I’m too busy talking about love
Too busy searching for my peace
Too busy smiling to ever frown
Too busy being the best version of me.

– The Poet Q

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