The Mind of A Man & a Heart of a Boy

The Mind of A Man & a Heart of a Boy

The left side of my chest still carries the heart of a child.

A boy,

A young black boy,

who longs to live free in the wild.

My hearts still beats that of a young pup,

Yes A brown puppy,

No a young cub.

Who finds way too much joy running, playing,

unbothered by the world’s problems.

But I am a man now,

& not just a silly, wild boy any longer.

I can squat 300 pounds,

& bench 275.

I am a strong man,

who only seeks to become stronger.

I crave power !

I want elite physical dominance over others.

A man with a soul of a ancient fighting oak tree.

A soul bigger than the body that carries thy.

I am now unmovable when I wanna be,

More Stubborn than a mountain peak.

But my mind wanders now,

Seeking the light of the truth.

Questioning everything before him,

Like a lone wolf trying to find his way,

I want to find my roots.

Without me being assassinated by the worlds unforgiving crooks.

Who stole all the proof that this world can be any good.

But yet my heart still beats that of a boy,

Even though I carry beard on my face. My heart is the only reason,

why I can ever feel joy.

Since As a man I must protect the weak,

Provide for those who provided for me,

Be the best that I know I can be,

Win at all cost,

Even if it means sacrificing,

The joy I keep on the left side of my chest.

Life as a man,

so far it has been nothing but stress!

The Time scurries by,

& your mind knows,

That you wasted precious seconds,

That you did Absolutely nothing,

But run recklessly,

Trying to please what your heart needs desperately !

The Sweat,

No thoughts about what’s next,

The Laughter at silly matters,

Running freely until you need rest,

Laying in the grass,

As you stare in the stars,

Only wondering how fast you are going to run tomorrow !

That’s A boys dream,

& that’s what my heart wants & needs.

While my mind is fixated on 300 other things,

More logical,

More practical things,

Than that silly dream.

As a lone wolf, with a soul stronger than many who stand bigger than he.

I wander aimlessly.

I still haven’t drawn blood with my deadly fangs,

& I wanna draw blood,

As crazy as it may seems.

I need test how far my strength really reaches.

It’s funny,

Because A man’s mind will have you saying some crazy things,

Yet A boy’s heart will have you distracted by simple play,

But the soul of a warrior will have you pushing yourself to seek great change.

I ponder these days,

If I can balance all 3,

appease all 3,

Without having to let go of my heart’s dream.

Poetic Negus

My name is Antwane Boyce a.k.a the Poetic Negus , I am 21 years old, born and raised in America. I am African American with a lot in my mind and a story to tell. I want to be change in the country I live in. I want my words to have an positive Impact on the world around me. So subscribe! And travel the galaxy of this young brother’s melanin mind.

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