Growing Up Brave Is Growing Honest No Room For Fake

The thing with psychology is it darkens the human 
when you’re no longer guessing or sat there assuming 
the intent of a pattern inferring the action 
a shade that people would name as the black one 

There’s more bad than good 
mostly misunderstood 
the way they were raised 
the lack of the praise 
but mostly relatability that never took place 
somebody else out there in the same place 
relating to struggles you currently face 
to take you away from the lonely embrace 

And families do matter 
the man and the master 
the lady and daughter 
what went before ya 

because the greatest mothers have never been boys 
only a man knows what that path deploys 
and I can not understand females in puberty 
I’m on the outside that experience protruded me 

So try to be thoughtful and engage your brain 
engage it like pride when you know it is shame 
because shame has a lining that’s silver in shade 
growing up is reliant on honest and brave
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