Open Pages

“Before the beat drops… before the lyrics hit…

Let me tell you what you’re stepping into.

This ain’t no album—

This is a soul unzipped,

pages that never got read out loud.”

I used to write to survive, now I write to reveal

Trauma on the tip of my pen, that’s how I heal

Not for the likes, not for the streams

But for the younger me drowning in silent screams

They see a man, but miss the mess beneath the mask

I’m still sorting pieces from a shattered past

This ain’t perfect, it’s personal

Vulnerable on purpose—

I’m a book wide open, no need to rehearse it

“So turn the page if you’re ready—

but just know,

this story got chapters that still sting.”