It was Summer in 1996,
No peace or calmness
because, the blue skies didn't exist.
8pm when came cries from a baby,
Who's mother then asks,
Why did I have this?
Yes, I'm black,
Not only because of my skin,
Its because, of my sadness.
Living in a world fearful
because, of evil and madness.
Fast forward through the pain,
All the severe tragedies
To see me in church alone,
With no family.
Skip ahead again,
Past the total despair and hate,
To see metal across stage
To be the first of 5 to graduate.
With so many problems,
You're probably wondering,
He has to be an alcoholic,
Addicted to some drug like cocaine.
Thankfully I've never smoked or drank
I love my family and video games.
My wife is from India.
Fighting those stereotypes was a battle,
Took years to get her family to settle.
Tied the Knot and now have a son,
Main things to break those chains,
To strengthen my and her family bond.
Sorry for the long explanation,
Of how I'm the black sheep,
Just so many things about me,
That makes me unique.
Apologies again,
For what I've put you through,
Lies are easy,
I had to tell the truth.
The whole truth
Nothing but the truth
It was Summer in 1996,
Being in this world
as a cycle breaker,
Is how I Exist.
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