Sting Like a Fire-Ant:

To the person,

I thought I was

I am sorry,

for the times of disrespect

The nights, I curse under my breathe

Countless, wishes to be someone else

As an adult,

I have finally learned to walk upright

Bipedalism

Damn right,

An upstanding citizen

My Naïveté

Left on the roadside shoulder of my adolescence

“Infancy years”

I coin them

A penny,

NOT for my thoughts

Found heads up

Dumb luck,

the only shoulder to cry on,

my own,

Self- reliance

There is no greater struggle,

than understanding

“Just be yourself”

colloquialism

Such a simple construct

Takes a scientific method, to deduct

You can’t blow smoke, up-

A stove vent

If you, are NOT

your biggest fan...

Duct-tape cannot fix a mindset

You’re life is not static,

on a radio station preset-

Just like as an ant

can lift twice it’s weight,

using antenna to communicate

Be like the ant, relay and convey;

believe you can,

as you search for clarity,

like a radio antenna

Let the lesson come in waves

Tune into your life,

I mean, you’re life is not stagnant

You are NOT

a prodigy

of a self- fulling prophecy

I, sign palm out, and back

My right,

In motion,

My left,

Stationary

You’re entirely,

All,

Whole

YOU ARE amplified,

Sting like a red-fire ant!