The Gift and The Curse

I’ve been called gifted before

Talented, blessed and more

It’s probably true, I won’t deny

But a gift to you is a curse in my eyes

My gift was my brain.

At a young age, I was considered bright.

I had good sense of what was wrong

And I always did was right

When I was 8, my light shined brighter

I memorized an entire three-page speech.

After that, everyone was interested in me.

Both those who were taught and those who teach

Then I said it at my church.

The congregation went crazy.

My grandma had never been more proud.

Doesn’t seem like I’ve lived up to that, lately.

Years went by and nothing changed.

Save for my brain.

I learned more and did more.

All these deeds with nothing gained.

People began to demand so much from me.

I wanted with all my might to say no.

But back then, Grandma was Hitler.

And if said yes, then I had to go.

Then I began resisting

And it resulted in my exodus.

I left my grandma, grieving.

My gift had ruined us

It was then I realized what my gift really was.

It’s okay to think it’s a gift at first.

But when it’s used in the wrong way

It becomes a curse.

I realized that living with my pops.

Then I returned to my grandmother.

Safe to say, I had matured and changed.

And I’d never again have to worry about hurting her.

When you’re given a gift

You’re obliged to use it for something

And everyone will reinforce this

Even if you think your gift is nothing

And you can fight it all you want

You can try to tell them how you feel

But to them, your gift is you now

It’s the only thing about you that’s real

I will never forsake my gift.

Even when it hurts.

I just hope that one day,

I can have this gift without this curse.