They used to tell me that my accent was both a blessing and a curse,and

that the color of my skin would put me back in that hearse before my 21st

as the procession of my ancestors followed, my parents were first. But I

wish that they told me that the everyday struggle consisted of empty

stomachs, and sleepless nights a packed bag in the corner with clothes

and miscellaneous items right in sight, just in case the familiar sound

of banging on the door woke u up at night, forcing u out… you have 5 min

. The sound of scrambling was like the sound of sirens but it was all

silent when they asked why did i wear the same shirt twice. The pain that

I saw in my mothers face when she could not provide for her own children

will never be erased. Her raised hands praying to god with every tear

drops running down her face lead to my raised arms praying to god for the

very first time that everything will be ok. Dear Heavenly Father I wanna

be successful. Now when I say successful I don’t mean that suit and tie

my memories died I forgot where I came from. I raise my arms to the sky

and I pray that everything will be ok, that the pavements that I have

paved, my foot steps I walk in pain, the self inflicted wounds I hide in

shame, I never hurt myself physically but mentally the scars dig deep can

you believe I’m still sane? I’ve seen dried up waterways , towers of

pain, Reach for the top they warn you to stay away, because the lack of

oxygen can take you away, SUFFOCATE, as dreams collapse into your chest

they say stay away, But i wanna be successful, and I’m not talking about

the suit and tie my “LOVE” for you has died crisis of mixed emotions

questions in my own head am I still immune. Dear Heavenly Father why do

We suffer I can’t even hide these invisible wounds. But I beg you Please

don’t feel bad for me my words are just spoken, and I wear them on my

skin although it’s still broken, and I’m still human I’m just waiting for

that special token, to bring the smile back on mamas face I made it to

22, I proved them all wrong as I walked across that stage with my accent

and my skin color and my ancestors following me too, and they all put

there hands on each other’s shoulders as I received that college tattoo.

*The opinions and ideas expressed are solely those of the author, and may not reflect the opinions of The Bronx Brand*

Ameresoul believes that the Bronx builds warriors because through hard times you learn some of your biggest life lessons you’ll never forget. It’s inspired him to do better for himself so that he can give back to his community. His main goal is to become an image for the youth and help them overcome any obstacles that may be stopping them.
What he loves about the Bronx is the culture, diversity and creativity that you can find in the Bronx. It’s the birthplace of creating a platform for individuals to show off their creative minds to talk about the struggles in everyday lives.

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