I’m not stubborn about most things.
I want to change, I really do, but not everything.
There are pieces of me I just can’t let go of,
Like my accent, which always feels like home.
Or my style, which speaks for me without a word.
And my team, Manchester Red, through the wins, the losses, and the heartbreaks. I stick!
Those are pieces of me I’ll never trade.
But some things? I’ll leave behind.
I’ll swap the bars for church,
Trade the noise for peace,
Let my spirit find rest in quieter places.
I’ll keep my screen time, I’m not ready to fight that battle,
But I’ll change what I’m watching.
No more wanking to strangers’ explicit tapes.
No more moments that leave me feeling emptier than before.
Instead, I’ll open a Bible.
Not promising to be holy,
But I’ll seek meaning in verses rather than fleeting thrills.
And that muscle, that restless, familiar muscle?
It’s time I show it some respect.
But you better behave too.
I sit, thinking about what stays and what goes.
The pieces of me that make me who I am,
my voice, my name, my roots,
those will always be mine.
But I’m ready to grow.
Not all at once, but slowly,
Like a tide reshaping the shoreline,
like a man learning to carry himself differently.
I’m not stubborn,
I’m just figuring it out.
Step by step, choice by choice,
trying to become someone better
without losing the parts of me that matter most.
….. And to you all , this isn’t a series of “we listen but we don’t judge.”
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