The Perfectionist's Life Story! ! ! Poem by Compton Wright

Waking up in my cradle seeing my mother beautiful eyes
Telling me I was her blessing, her newborn child
Saying I was too good to be true so….perfect
Remembering that from walking on my two feet
I would pick the pen and start to discover my talents
Making my first masterpiece of poetry as an infant
An underground poet laureate in the depths of DC

As seeing my life is my poetry, like writing my life story
From my first kiss, to my first encounter of sex pleasures
Maturing into a man on my own with no real father at home
But only my grandfather who only shown the truth of reality
Gave us wisdom, strength and even knowledge of maturity
But death catch up to him with blacken lungs in his chest
Seeing him smiling in his last breath tells me in a better place
So now it’s only three of us just my mother, my brother and I

My mother supporting us everyday working for countless hours
No sleep, more stress in her mind and seriousness in her eyes
Yet shows a smile, tell a joke or give us a hug to show no concerns
But yet I can see her invisible tears running down her beautiful mask
As struggle she fights, pain that strikes, and faith is what guides her
As the days turn into weeks, the weeks turn to months…..
She become stronger and wiser in pure knowledge and strength
Working herself to her full efforts, making sure her sons are happy

While my brother, true soldier in the heart, lion roaring heart
Promising to make his life to what he prophesied in his dreams
Always keeping me out of trouble, protecting me from the streets
He’s like my guardian angel in the heart and in soul, my miracle
Kept the street’s intentions from devouring my inner innocence
Fought so many battles that your scars appear on my forearms
Blood linked, mind entwined, the perfectionist and the prophet
You will forever struggle and battle to success, peace and harmony
As after your pursuit of happiness has come through the finish line
Finally you can rest and take a deep breath and sit on your throne

As for me I am a struggling teenager wondering this world
Writing in my pad of secret thoughts…to find the true me
To know what to do with me and my mystical talents of a poet
Show it to the world through the fame of a poet laureate?
Sellout for the greed and make tons of money and fortune?
Dedicate it for the art of poetry, mastering each form and technique
Or keep them for my own being of a person, keeping my sanity
Although I can’t be perfect but my work has to be flawless
The perfect masterpiece in the readers’ mind and eyes
Keeping the hope in my mind, withstanding the peer pressure
Living my life to the fullest, seeing the sights of the world
Changing time and taking everyone minds into a surface of creativity

But life goes on for me as so does struggles continue on for me
As this is only an introduction of my life as part 2 is coming
To you like a comet ripping through the atmospheres and universes
Exploding different stars and cosmos creating a second bang theory
So keep your mind upon this poet and support his decisions
You never know that poet may thank you for your saintly choices…
Tapping into everyone’s souls and spirits… expressed yourself for you
For whom you are and dropp the masks from your beautiful faces
Unleashed your originality and tell your life stories from your own shoes….