Dear future me I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that things don’t always go as planned
That when life moves away from the click Time moves away from that Tick
Tock Tick
Dear future me I’m so sorry.
I’m sorry that the path to you has taken so long
I’ve planned for things not to go so wrong
But you see my life has been interrupted… Interrupted by the corruption of
my own mind Interrupted by the corruption of human mankind
Interrupted by the corruption of my mind being so goddamn corrupted….
Please excuse my mind
Excuse my mind as it wanders away and my past experiences become my
present conversations with you… I miss those days when we could paint our
names and leave our fingerprints… Or we could leave our fingerprints and
paint our names and nap time was the best time because we always got to
sleep next to our crush and shit… And mommy and daddy were our biggest
heroes because they always kept us from committing sins I bet you wonder
if they were proud of you You see they always taught you that society has
downplayed the roles of minorities Slashing our lashes as if our ancestors
never bled for me Instead they shackled my hands behind my back and they
surrounded me by concrete Then they dare order me to go to sleep at night
but they cannot help me sleep at night Because the cold shallow walls
remind me of the cold shallow halls of Bronx building complexes How can
you ever forget about your past… How can you forget about your past when
you used that sharp needle to engrave your own name into your skin just
to clarify that you are still sane enough to know who you are To justify
that you are as human being as any human being you bled And when you bled,
you bled that sweet smell of Puerto Rico’s palm trees, From the slave
trades to the man caves, To the open mics
They claimed that we couldn’t speak our words but we spoke them right…
NO!!!
We spoke them white because they claimed that without the suit and ties
our swag wasn’t right But we continue to yell at the top of our lungs
because they claim that they cannot hear us But not too loud because then
they begin to fear us Then they release their bullets like knives piercing
right through us killing our kids’ futures and our ancestors cry for us
And they also proved that they can love at first sight because they
actually died for us As they cradled us in their arms they sang that sweet
soft lullaby But they never thought that they would have to cradle us in
their arms, begging god to let us survive from all the hate inside of our
society They even tagged us as minorities
Back to the Tick Tock after the beat dear future me I’m so sorry.
That society was too much to handle
Dear future me I’m sorry for all of the mistakes that I have made I’m
sorry…

*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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