One symbol of a penitent conscience is the effort some put toward owning being broken. Accepting fault for yesterday while knowing tomorrow is never too far off to be true to yourself.
This poem has new meaning to me as I revisit some psalms that I like and inspire me to do what i need to do to be my brother’s keeper.
The Meaning of Grown
When I was a child
I was allowed foolish tendencies
Exasperating misdeeds
Things both infamous and unkind
And then I became a man
I moved away from what I’d known
Saying to myself
I’m grown
Throwing the old hoods in a been
Been there done that…
And then as time became old
I soon came to know
The same neighborhoods need me
My energy
My time
My knowing a way of escape
Little ones ask me
Is there more outside the hood
I could answer
I would…
Yet I disregard thinking
These niggaz don’t really want a better life
So it seems
Until I realize I once was a child
Rude and disruptive
Crude and beyond foreseeable hope
My neighbors though – they sho’ll never gave up on me
In fact as wild as I behaved
They never pushed me away
They always believed
One day the man he could be
They saw what I couldn’t know
When I didn’t have hope…
There is light in every good thing
Even when it seems it’s going the wrong way
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