Breath Again Review

Breathe Again Did I have years of experience Or was it years of daily repeats I must have had, my confidence had suffered, Those pop-up painful memories In my love life and work experience I feud daily Here I am today as I am aging, I developed this thing called “I just don’t give a ” About after I am gone, Just buried me under a tree, Speak to me, my inner child: Speak to me, like how you did in my past: Were you guiding me or were you misleading me? Lots of stories to be told, The one who tells the best story Were mostly observant of the craft, Speak, to me, I was so blind, I was so lost Nave, during those years of uncertainty. What I had to endure, to make a living, Those voices, those faces, those oppressors Where are they now? Here I am still feuding with the trauma Speak to me, my inner child. In slow motion my poetic, voice, Entwined with my emotions, Coyote and I travel Brooklyn Street without fear, I am black by nature Proud by choice, coyote I rather walk with the tiger, Now they are studying my every move, My internet posts, my TikTok text Once again, no edits, only Al filters, Lamb of God I look to thee I was once that frightened inner child.