What Really Counts
By David Rosario
The analytics could never measure,
what really counts,
can’t be counted.
And if you can count it,
it doesn’t count,
all of my struggles are unaccounted.
I used to feel brave hiding my tears,
I was the proudest.
Now every time I see a child in trouble,
get nostalgic.
Got experience I need to share,
got empathy,
I need to care.
Pour the hurt,
then leave it there.
My influence was deep despair.
All the obstacles I’ve overcome,
made me this elite and rare.
Still haven’t reached my peak,
beware,
I pray my people meet me there.
Rose above the accusations,
all were unconfirmed.
Some said I was overrated,
most said I was underlearned.
Made it out the dirt,
I wasn’t comfortable with a bunch of worms.
My haters have a bunch of nerves
if they say this glow is
undeserved!
Our Story
By David Rosario
Every trick was magical,
every attack tactical.
Enslaved us for capital,
their greed was unmatchable.
Their foot was on my neck,
the pain extended to my clavicle.
Caged me like an animal,
my cell was quadrilateral.
They want to eradicate our culture,
they’ve distorted our truths.
Never apologized for all the necks
they forced in a noose.
Diminished our love with division,
we go to war over loot.
We’ve lost touch with our essence,
our source,
and our roots.
We forgot about KMT,
way before we were using vowels.
Back when we were civilized,
before they taught us to be
loose and wild.
I walked in these shoes
for miles,
trying to make the movement proud.
They beat me unconscious,
but I kept fighting,
never threw the towel!
Cry
By David Rosario
“The agony is deep,
My anatomy is weak;
And as far as catastrophe,
My capacity’s increased.
I watched …
As other men imagined me
Deplete.
When tragically,
I couldn’t fathom the
Tragedies beneath.
And the grass isn’t greener
On the other side.
Just look at how my brother died,
That scene still gives me,
Butterflies.
Wish I could’ve hugged,
And said I loved him like
A hundred times.
Tear drops fall,
But my pupils remain stuffed and dry.
I can’t cry,
So cry for me,
Shed tears,
Yeah,
Sob for me.
I was doomed from the start,
So in the end,
I’m going to need you to cry for me.
They were praying that I vanished,
I was at a disadvantage.
They never understood the damage,
That it caused,
I was abandoned.
But I invested in my strengths,
I refused to ever panic.
Kept betting on myself,
And gradually,
Became a champion.
I can’t cry,
So cry for me.
Untitled
By David Rosario
“Tarnished recollections,
Heartless towards affection;
Partly unconnected,
I’m the farthest from majestic;
Just a raindrop in the ocean,
Something the sharks might’ve digested;
It was hard to feel accepted,
So many scars,
I was neglected;
Suffered from bereavement,
Felt smothered by grieving;
Brothers turned to demons,
Mother as egregious;
No lovers in the region,
No love reaching it’s zenith;
Heart got shattered into a
Bunch of different pieces;
Wealthy and benevolent,
But only of the mind;
Unhealthy and irrelevant,
Only ways I get defined;
Helpless and corrosive,
I pray you see the signs;
Selfish and devoted,
Put my head down and just grind!”
Tormented
By David Rosario
Delved into parts of
this organ I call a brain.
Made excuse for the imbalance,
the torture’s what caused
the pain.
Was ignoring my calls
to fame,
then forced it,
and saw a change.
Corpses and falling rain,
the torment would
call my name.
Never shied from the destruction,
its suction would
bring me closer.
Dived in it to fight
my demons,
learned nothing would bring me closure.
They slaughtered our Kings and
soldiers,
confused us
with rings and (Range) Rovers …
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