Weasel or Eagle?
Marcus Perkins
When your feeling low don’t expect to feel the flow
of a million words through your mouth and soul.
Just sit and vibe real slow, be tranquil.
You’re alive and well, your mind is just in a tangle .
That is nothing new, it happens when complications turn situations into altercations .
Your instincts tell you to cause
devastation but the expectations of greatness are motivation
to refuse that manifestation,
of evil.
Don’t be lethal to those that leave you
they cant see greatness through
their feeble pupils.
Deceitful weasels. You’re an eagle!
So spread those wings and fly; high in the sky .
Go ahead, say good bye to those that drained you dry
of love, compassion, and the desire to defy
the ones who said that you
would never rise to higher heights or be admired in time.
Look at you now, majestic and wearing a crown
their words are forgotten like how they will be when in the ground.
It’s a fact of life, the ones who keep you down are usually the ones who are down on themselves.
So prove them wrong, you’ve got to hold your ground .
Push them out but not down don’t drown in their self pity now.
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Marcus Alan Perkins
I’m a father, published author, student, avid reader, husband, and advocate for equality for all. I am going to use this platform for my short stories and poems. Follow me on Facebook: @Author.MarcusPerkins, Twitter handle: @AMarcusperkins
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