Doubt is like a bee sting
Piercing through my flesh
Injecting its venom in my mind
Struggling, twisting trying to break me
Leaving me with thoughts of “I can’t.”
I doubt me.
My teachers doubt me
But I grab the stinger and pull it out
Using “I can’t” as my number one power source
I am proving a point
Doubt means to
Doubt has been everywhere I’ve seen
Feeding into me,
But I break past it.
I don’t doubt me.
You might doubt me, but I don’t.
My teachers might doubt me, but I don’t.
Even my family might doubt me,
Rest in peace, Notorious B.I.G.