The Art of Being

How do I reconcile The parts of myself 

That exist 

In worlds that cannot touch 

Each other

But, yet

Somehow exist

In the present participle

With or without empirical backing 

Because some things 

Simply are

Beyond the scope of objectivity

I still can’t own my adjectives though

Because I am the art of correspondences

But also

Diametric opposition 

-EJoveJohnson

Aspirations

I am encased in flesh that is not my own

Surrounded on all sides by foreign doughy pinkness 

The mirror is a stranger 

A liar

A testament to my lack of worth 

I wear my ugliness 

My weakness of character as adipose armor

I am safe from success

From value

From lust

I am safe from everything but myself 

Terribly heartbreakingly safe except from me, my enemy

Would destroy myself 

Should destroy myself 

Wish I could destroy myself

To carve this self away like so much extra clay 

Feeling 

Damnable lightness 

-EJoveJohnson

Fly Kidz

Family over everything But

That’s just a photo op

An IG OG

Snap story’s who you try to be 

Say Fuck the Police

During criminal activity

But have em speed dialed when you trash talk your enemies

You’re a hypocrite 

With CGI validity

Unnecessary

Cuz you’ve always had a home

And a closet full of Jordans

Never had to wonder where your next meal was comin from 

Spoiled

With your struggle free lifestyle 

Live with your parents style 

Dress up act out but mommy cleans your house child 

You’re always gone with the shutter click 

Made lots of little families but you never stick

On some I miss them so much 

-prayer hands- 

But they live a block away tip

Cuz

Family doesn’t fit your image does it

You’re a town and country gangster

Approximating thug life 

As seen on TV 

Since it was never your life

Cuz hard sells

Crack to your kids 

Who have to live in the world you just rhyme about 

-EJoveJohnson