from the Miseducation of James L.Daniels

Life is what common sense does not know,
A calculus equation with no prior experience in parenthesis-
It is hurt.
It is pain.
My life has been two tears that a plus nor minus sign could multiply; it has been divided by depression and anxiety.
Bold.
Life speaks as it pleases, and has no compassion for a mis-eductaed black man.
It is alcohol on an empty stomach, nausea after drinking six shots of loneliness.
It is living ones life without a father, being a bastard.
I knew my father; he lived in the same house as I did,
He just went into his room and shut his door for twenty-three years-
That makes me a bastard,
It makes you informed-
Listening to the quaint young mind of an aspiring writer explain what life is.
It is second attempts at first failures,
Life is learning what yesterday has showed you and exercising your memory.
It is what you exactly don’t know.
It’s what you’re waiting to see.
It’s what’s been written.
Life-
Two feet no training wheels,
You’re back facing me not knowing if you are smiling or frowning.
It is.
This one last word…
My pen is running out of ink,
sorry