Day 1 is Done

Day 1 is done and I’ve run another milestone
Feeling tired, rung, hung like a dial tone
Life pushing my buttons like a dial phone
Sometimes I wanna dial home, but I know it ain’t worthwhile homes.
Ain’t my style no.
Asking where my style’s from,
Ain’t no sun out, and yet you’ll see my smile come
Where’s my smile from? From the open sky son.
You in crowds of black clouds, I’m proud of where I’m from
I’m God-breathed, God-saved, a golden child, son.
Your lead hands sink, I rise with heavenly tides.
One.

Written after my first day of law school…

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