THE GOOD MAN

I feel like a good person sometimes, I feel like I can make a difference sometimes, I feel like I can conquer the world sometimes. ‘’It’s time to DOMINATE this planet and make it mine’’, says the never ending voices in my head. But I am a good man, I know it. Mama raised me up to be a good man, mama raised me to help those in need, she raised me up to be there for family, to help the lost find their way, to go all out for everyone else, to put others before me, but Mama never told me the whole truth. She never told me there were different kinds of people. There were the ones that would ask for your help when they need it, there were the ones that only thought about themselves, there were the ones that believe it is their birth right for you to help them. Mama never told me the world would break me, neither did mama tell me that the world would trample upon me if I let them. Now I have become the very thing that mama warned me about, but how do I get back. How do I find my way back to what mama taught me, how do I become the good man she always wanted me to be. How do I become the good man she raised me to be?

In a world that thinks only about itself, a world where material things are lifted higher than the essence of life itself. Help me mama! Help me from your grave. Tell me what to do, show me the way. Life was bearable when you were here with me. Now I sit by your grave every Friday just when the sun is about to set, hoping, praying that you would talk to me or even give me a sign or drop breadcrumbs for me to follow. Please mama, I want to be a good man once again. I want to be the good man you raised me to be.

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