Glimpses of a Grind Season

This is just the beginning of what's going to be a lot of writing coming....

 

“Glimpses of a Grind Season”

 

I work nights taking orders from high-school dropouts,

Trying to feed my daughter respectfully.

Shunned by the white-collar, sorry homeless man, I can’t give you a dollar

Rat race that used to be so commonplace.

Maybe I lost my way with sugar-coated verbs and Nerf-ball soft words….

Who knows?

I just know that when I inhale my Black and Mild during my breaks,

Chugging my RockStar energy drinks,

I’m reminded of why I’m here;

And it’s no longer for me.

Before I leave and when I return,

My lips touch her tender cheeks, two, sometimes three times each.

Maybe when she’s older, she’ll just know the sacrifices I proudly make…

She’ll instinctively know and understand the depths of which I constantly reach….

And the half-witted people that I swallow my spit for, knowing I can take.

To keep myself on a path that will make her demand twice this

From her eventual better half.

And as time passes, I’m dreaming of the day that will come when we can all look back at

The struggle of man in general, having overcome it, and just laugh.

Life tries to dumb you down and maybe that’s why I stand here,

Totally comfortable in my outcast.

My tongue’s fast and the feeling on the tip is telling me that soon I’ll be suffering my last lash.

So I stare at these stacks of boxes, and this sorrier stack of suckers and I have to tell her—

It’s my time.

 

Reviews

[☮]

I feel you man!

This is great. I like this even better than your Mile High piece. This speaks from the working man.
The working man who has to swallow his pride in order to provide. (actually that's a good line right there... lol)
But for real, I understand this just providing for my family before the birth! After it... I can't even imagine the frame of mind I'll possess.

This birth has instilled a new mission in you. It shows through your pen.
Those smoke breaks are what this grind is made of. Unfortunately, I'm still taking them myself!

You should make a scrapbook of these piece for her to read one day.

[justjenn_2u]

I admire you! Your expression of doing what's right versus selling dope or supporting the local prostitute (for example). Your rant is straight forward, hard hitting and worthy of respect. Good job!

[Brandon]

when i was reading this the first thing that came to my mind was this Common song called "the food." somtimes you gotta do whatever it takes to get your money right, your life right, whatever it takes to take care of the ones you love. doing that honestly isn't always the fastest way to take care of those you love. but "slow motion is better than no motion"...nice write big bro...what else should i expect though

[J.P.O.et]

Been gone awhile but you my friend are always one of the first writers i'm gonna check.
This has such a different feel from you, I'm used to that swag you roll with. This is also so very real
and you are never less or inferior to anyone cause you gotta do what you gotta do to provide.
'Man make the money, money never make the man' and you got more rhymes and info going on
upstairs than a whole lotta folks. There's so much more to offer children than money such as love,
education and good'ol fashion values. Those are things I'm sure you provide in abundance.
As for the piece I love the overall perspective in the lines,
'And as time passes, I'm dreaming of the day that will come when we can all look back at
The struggle of man in general, having overcome it, and just laugh' (at it)
And of course you manage to work in your 'Black and Milds' and 'Rockstar energy drinks' along the way.
'My tongue's fast', that whole line is AMAZING.
Man, I'm sticking to my guns that you are way too talented not to find some sort of audience.
I'll be checking your recent work and I hope the season is good to you and yours.

J.P.O.et

[Rain]

I got a son. He's 30 years old. I've told both my sons " What you do today...determines how you'll be treated tomorrow." He's got a little one year old daughter, and "no" job. He lost a decent paying job last week,because they found out he got fired from his last job. The bottom ain't nothing but the starting line. It kills me to see him there, but I don't expect him to stay there. Like you, I hope his daughter understands how hard the path can be, and the sacrifices you have to make. Rain..

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

I really enjoyed this. A very poersonal poem, but I always apprecaite writers who can bare their souls, and not have any shame, and be true to who they are. You do that. I am sure your daughter loves you, and in teh future, when she's grown up to be a wonderful woman, she will always look to her "daddy" who made sacrfiices for her to help her to become who she is.

kena

[BEEGE]

Thats real talk right here Peoples!
Reading this makes me wonder what happened
to this generation of men. Why this generation is always
looking for the easy way instead of putting in "legal" work.
Runnin away from the family that supports them.
Like I said, this peice really made me wonder.
Good write here with extra kudos pimp.

Beege

[Cornbred]

Deep,i feel your pain well put together..

[Onyx Sky]

I love that, wish my Daddy wrote somethin like that for me. I know he cares for me like that... but it don't hurt ti reiterate it... or make it tangible.
I have to read the ending again that part confused me.