One symbol of a penitent conscience is the effort some put toward owning being broken. Accepting fault for yesterday while knowing tomorrow is never too far off to be true to yourself.

This poem has new meaning to me as I revisit some psalms that I like and inspire me to do what i need to do to be my brother’s keeper.

The Meaning of Grown

When I was a child

I was allowed foolish tendencies

Exasperating misdeeds

Things both infamous and unkind

And then I became a man

I moved away from what I’d known

Saying to myself

I’m grown

Throwing the old hoods in a been

Been there done that…

And then as time became old

I soon came to know

The same neighborhoods need me

My energy

My time

My knowing a way of escape

Little ones ask me

Is there more outside the hood

I could answer

I would…

Yet I disregard thinking

These niggaz don’t really want a better life

So it seems

Until I realize I once was a child

Rude and disruptive

Crude and beyond foreseeable hope

My neighbors though – they sho’ll never gave up on me

In fact as wild as I behaved

They never pushed me away

They always believed

One day the man he could be

They saw what I couldn’t know

When I didn’t have hope…

There is light in every good thing

Even when it seems it’s going the wrong way

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