He forgot where he came from.
He didn’t need his family and friends.
Success blinded him and he forgot where
he came from. A mind corrupted by money,
blurred vision of the future. He became a moving
controversy ameliorating his empire on shaky ground.
His accomplishments changed him and he forgot
about the people that helped him achieve his dream.
Distancing himself from his family, alienating his old
friends because they didn’t fit the illusion of a perfect
life that he’d created. He was ashamed of where he
came from. His family and friends embarrassed him.
He disconnected with everything that reminded him
of his past. Deleting any documented history related
to his past. Paying gratitude with selfishness and hate.
Clutching onto an idealistic life he’d grown accustomed to.
Dining with fair weather friends who know nothing about
his past. Living a lie, a pathetic life breathing contradictions.
Living in denial, oblivious to the truth. A con artist caressing
a fake identity. See, he sprung from war torn lands. A part
of a deep rich history talking about his cultural roots and
identity. A product of the second generation of poverty.
A life dominated by struggle and hardship.
He battled an employment crisis, and bankruptcy most of his
life. Going to bed hungry and living off provisions from friends,
family and a few well wishers. Constantly in need, and fighting
depression. Through his dark moments, his family and friends
comforted him. Encouraging and supporting his dream. Helping
him climb up the ladder of success. Somehow in between
accumulated riches, forged perfect lifestyle and the stings of his
past, he became cold and forgot about the people that rode with
him before he was anything. Quick to trash and ignore them, openly
declare that he doesn’t know them. Denying a past that contributed
to his future. Avoiding truth that is a part of his life.
Time veered off and realization stung him through the dark hours as
he paused to recall his past. Making peace amidst sobs to a ghost
audience he denied when he thought that he’d got everything
and had everything he wanted and didn’t need them. Buying time
with prayer in a bid to fix him mistakes and own up to his past.
Pangs of guilt, his success deteriorates. His empire is crumbling.
Now, he remembers where he came from.
He needs his family and friends.