Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

Cut the fat from my diet just like I cut my losses. Defeated my inner demons like Super Mario battled bosses. Used up all your coupons, now all that's left is me. Raised my weapons and defenses, my respect's no longer free. Count your blessings before it's too late, and buried six feet deep. When time runs out you'll know it, life's lessons don't come easily or cheap. You could have the best luck one day, but begging for loose change the next. So sit down and be humble or else you could get wrecked. There wouldn't be resilience without the terrorist that is trauma. You will never be a winner unless you drop the melodrama. Or you could remain a victim with your appetite for pity. Sit at home alone and lonely despite living in an overcrowded city. There is no cure for chaos once it corrodes your mind, happiness is an endangered species, it is truly one of a kind. Cyclones can come and go, tsunamis might seek to bury you beneath the sea. Without the will to br...

You see, the difference between me and him, is that i keep marching forward to my own rhythm, while you'll just continue being a victim. Of your own insecurities, and fears, the kind that will ensure you remain alone and afraid for many years. Crawling, pleading, begging, kneeling before your own self-loathing, blindly, searching for a scapegoat in whom you can place the blame, as though it isn't you who's responsible for the binding. And as your web of lies keeps winding, I'll be floating on the clouds, twenty thousand feet from you and all your doubt.