The Weighted Years

Walk through the world with a history bone,

Carried from lands once taken and thrown.

Shadows of ancestors pressed into skin,

Stories of battles carved quietly within.

Generations left bruises that never looked loud,

Pain handed down like an unspoken shroud.

Taught to move steady, taught to survive,

Taught that endurance keeps people alive.

Then came the shift - 2019 in your sight,

A world pulled open by noise and fright.

Crowds turned inward, minds closed tight,

Truth dimmed down to a manageable light.

Identity stretched between fear and pride,

Searching for meaning with no one as a guide.

Raised to stay silent around systems untrue,

Taught to keep calm when the world targeted you.

The cost of being colored in a white-built place.

Wears on the spine and reshapes the face.

Every step watched, every voice measured thin,

Every room reads the moment you walk in.

And still, a child grows under skies like these,

Learning to breathe in a world with unease.

You teach what's logical, what keeps them aware,

How to stand grounded when the world doesn't care.

The answers you seek sit deep in the mind,

Buried in pages, history refused to rewind.

Awareness expands with a weight of its own,

A quiet battle fought when no one is shown.

But resilience rises from a place more real,

Not from belief...

But from what you can build, shape, and heal.

You learn to step forward with intention and grit,

Carving a future that finally fits.

You clean out the lies that were stitched in the past,

Break every pattern that was meant to last.

Walk with clarity sharpened by pain,

Choosing which cycles will end in your name.

The journey from then to now stands clear,

Every moment survived led to right here.

Not lighter...

but stronger,

not softer,

but sure,

A presence that refuses to bend anymore.

And as the world keeps trying to quiet your fire,

You rise with a steadiness shaped by desire.

Not a wish, not a dream, not a distant delay,

Just action, logic, and a reclaimed way.

What was taken is seen.

What was carried is known.

And the future becomes

yours -

built by your hands

and your tone.