Introducing AroAce (My 2nd Broadway tune) by L. Karriem

Introducing AroAce (My 2nd Broadway tune)

AroAce is my identity, can't you see it's part of me

Will they not support me, entirely?

Why do they look at difference, as a threat?

They say I haven't found the right one yet.

I need no other, to feel complete

The Most High and Angels, keep me on my feet.

My life's so peaceful, no source of drama

No only son's of hateful Mommas.

I'm alone, not lonely - It's not the same

I chose this path, there is no pain

I have no patience, nor time to slow

For a partner who can't let shit gooooooo.

This is me, I'm AroAce

So much confusion, in this place

It's not a phase, this wasn't planned

My feelings valid, it's what I aaaaaaam

Conundrum of awkward, called AroAce

Triggers nervous tension, in social space

Cease projecting romance

Can't they just give me grace

Codependents here, Insecure ones - there

There's fucked up people everywhere.

I'm no exception, I know my flaws

Tho too many project their problems, as "you be the cause"

Not accountable, nor introspection

My solitude, is Most High's protection

The work on me, it gives me peace

While focus let's my wounds, release

I've healed the trauma, in leaps and bounds

What once was lost, has now been found

AroAce is the way, I've invested in me

To take mental health, more seriously

This is me, I'm AroAce

So much confusion, upon their face

It's not a phase, this wasn't planned

My feelings valid, it's what I aaaaaaam

The conundrum of awkward, called AroAce

Triggers nervous tension, in social space

Cease projecting romance

Why not give me grace

It's given me strength, so much inspiration

And sometimes there's visions, in my meditation

So please, just accept the way that I am

No one has been harmed, cause I don't have a man

No need to be another one's wife

In order to feel there is joy in my life

I have no distractions, from Most High's devotion

Gone are the snares and pits of painful emotions

I'm done with bottling, so express, in simple fashion

I'm knowing, showing, and growing compassion

Compassiooooooooooon

This is me, I'm AroAce

So much confusion, upon their face

It's not a phase, this wasn't planned

My feelings valid, it's what I aaaaaaam

The conundrum of awkward, called AroAce

Triggers nervous tension, in social space

Cease projecting romance

Why not give me grace

Just < sigh >

< whispering > give me grace.

© May 16, 2025, L. Karriem