#baby come back...psyche nigga jus playin

[jude-thedude98]

Letters 6:27

By Us the Poets

I feel you,

Being in the closet

Is like a closed mouth

Full of hotsauce

Bursting to get out

I want out

I know you do

But you can't seemingly live without

The thought of

Your parents

Or peers

Striking you down

Well here's a mental medicine for life's emotional riding roller coasters

Just because they birthed you out

Doesn't make them your parents

A parent is someone who takes care of their kid no matter what

Circumstances unknown couldn't keep them from

Their own child

And how wild is it

That these so called best friends are not there to be with you till the end

But they are there to end when

Things get too thick

Or too thin

And maybe it's coming from within

Not within your friends

But within you

Because maybe if truth would've been told by you

Then losing someone special

Wouldn't have came in twos.

So you choose

To stay in the closet

Trapped with skeletons, rubbers, and R. Kelly's gun

A baretta too vendetta

For a night's fight of fun

I wish I could run

To your aid

But I'm tired already

I'm sore from the pain you kept me hustling behind

So spaghetti noodles

I go limp soup

You'll

Be alright

I wish you the best but

More importantly

I wish you love, peace, and acceptance

Of self.