I’m 25 now as of Feb 9th, Many would think I should celebrate, I honestly see no point, If doing what I love doesn’t provide the life I want, What’s to celebrate, I’ve invested my time, resources, and love into my work, My return on investment has been... “You’re so great,” “You’re the dopest I’ve seen in a while,” Meanwhile, homeless. Life has no value. Friends and family distant. Lucid dreams are interrupted each mourning Family struggling and dying off Yet I’m expected to perform for free Each day I literally have to remind myself, It’s not about me, I’m blessed physically and mentally My massages heal and my visions inspire But seriously, what about me? Feels like I’m losing the battle spiritually, Maybe I should just be history? Everyone is so blind, All you see is materials, money, and what the next person thinks, What about me? What the fuck is humanity? #VCPoetry #VCVisions #NotificationsOFF