Mind
“Clarity is not loud. It arrives when the noise stops.”
Get Yourself Together
Discipline doesn’t always arrive gentle.
Sometimes it comes loud, public, and unfinished.
This is how order was taught.
“Act like you been somewhere.”
Narrated by. J. ElahiYourn.
Act like you been somewhere, dammit.
Tuck your shirt in.
Get yourself together.
Your mama running the street—
ain’t said cat, dog, hi, bye, nothing.
She know I got shit to do.
Bring your black ass on here.
Dammit.
Assertive, Not Loud
I speak assertive, not rude.
I laugh instead of correcting people—
not to be kind, but to be disciplined.
I speak assertive, not rude.
I play dumb and laugh
not to be disrespectful—
but to avoid telling you
the truth about you.
I sidestep my own thoughts
and offer encouragement
even while you’re still talking.
Because the mind has a way of trauma-dumping
when it’s been conditioned to survive that way.
I know people who swear
their truth is the truth,
but wear rain boots
on the hottest day of summer.
No wonder.
I’m not into hype or hysteria.
Not into the news.
Not interested in sports—
I don’t really care who wins.
I’m into writing.
Technology.
Women.
Mirror Work
This mirror won’t show your ugly.
It reflects strength, structure, and what’s still possible.
“This is not denial.
It’s a different angle.”
I hope you see yourself in me.
This mirror won’t show your ugly.
This mirror reflects
beauty and opportunity,
strength and structure,
optimism without denial.
My pops told me,
“No one sees you the way you see yourself.”
So let me show you what I see.
If you’re reading this,
it’s too late not to be nosey.
I see faith—
hoping one day love becomes a gain,
not a loss.
More bae, c’mon
than bae, I’m gone.
It gets sore after a while
chasing gones.
It gets boring after a while
chasing thoughts.
Go, Girl
Go, girl—
not because they cheered,
but because you heard yourself clearly
for the first time.
Go
even when the room goes quiet.
Even when the path doesn’t explain itself.
Even when progress feels lonely.
You don’t owe confidence a performance.
You don’t need witnesses for growth.
Just motion.
Just breath.
Just one step that trusts the next.
Go, girl.
The future already recognizes your pace.
I only know you
from what people say about you.
I don’t pay attention—
though I listen.
I can’t find a reason to hate.
I don’t know you.
I would like to.
But the people I came up with
don’t even like the sound of your name.
It’s wild—
same inside, looking out.
So I’ll say it clean:
Congratulations.
You go, girl.
You never heard this
from my mouth.
Only When
Only when it’s convenient.
Only when it costs nothing.
Only when I am easy to reach.
I won’t be a place you visit
when your options run thin.
I am not conditional shelter.
I am not an intermission.
If I’m chosen,
it will be fully—
or not at all.
Do I answer when you call?
Do I check on you?
Do I know your birthday,
your favorite color,
your quiet fears?
Or do I only know you
when you need something?
My boundaries won’t let me
keep getting played.
I won’t be a place you visit
only when the world gets heavy.
Recline
Recline is not retreat.
It’s a decision.
To lower the shoulders.
To loosen the grip.
To stop performing strength
and let it exist without proof.
Rest is not absence.
It’s alignment returning.
What’s your subconscious beef?
Who do you love?
Who did you leave?
How will you heal?
When will you believe?
It’s not about them—
they’re irrelevant
to your release.
Settle in.
Recline like a car seat.
Lay back.
Let your heart speak.
If you don’t listen,
how do you expect to compete
in a world that loves
to hurt the weak?
Know your flaws.
Stop blaming
every face you see.