I didn’t grow up with privilege
have hard edges
from growing up in hard places
and those that don’t know me
act so cocky towards me
always giving my all
yet I still get looked down on
never good enough for society
a fighter settling for a poor man’s salary
not that I mind it
I get used to the everyday bullshit
I’m a little bit dirty
I’m a little muddied up
been dropped in the caverns
I’m a bit fucked up
been longing for a moment
trying to hold onto my touch
wishing someone would rescue me
I’m a diamond in the rough
there’s a hole in my soul
put there from years of heartache
yeah, it’s still killing me
was always longing for a pretty face
the one that could fill that void
going through the wringer
dated wild ones, girly ones
overly sensitive ones
finally found the one that got me
was starting to think I was hopeless
guess there’s someone for everybody
I’m a little bit dirty
I’m a little muddied up
been dropped in the caverns
I’m a bit fucked up
been longing for a moment
trying to hold onto my touch
wishing someone would rescue me
I’m a diamond in the rough
kicking off my dirty work boots
getting in the shower
embracing the warmth
looking back at what was
wondering if the good times are lost
well if that is true, then what is left?
covered in grime
starting to lose my shine
letting all the big moments pass me by
looking towards the future
hoping there’s a reason for everything
still have time to figure out my worth








Powerfully penned, Nick. These words are of the lyrical flavor my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
I love music so I like to put a bit of that in my poetry. Thanks for the read, friend. Very much appreciated.