When I Tell My Story

When I tell my story, the past unwinds. Poet me Poetry That’s the treasure that you find. A narrative woven from threads of joy and tears, As words flow forth like a river's stream I relive each moment, relive each dream The highs and lows, the twists and turns A story of growth, of lessons learned When I tell my story, I find my voice Whether you listen or not that’s your choice I said whether I like me or not, that's your choice. At the end of the day I will tell my story I rise with the sun I let my melanin glow Rhyming and vibing as If I did it before. where every thread is a memory, a moment, a choice. The fabric of my past is fragile, prone to unraveling, yet resilient, for it has shaped the person I am today. I find solace in the knowledge that I am not alone With each spoken word, I confront the ghosts that haunt me, In my mental home. When I tell my story, memories unfold, With every word, a chapter's spun, Of laughter, tears, and lessons learned, begun.