The lack of exposure is what kills my people. In all actuality no one actually knows the right road to travel. We’ve all been off track at certain points in our lives. Coming up in school we were told education was the way, but what does that actually mean? I’ve seen crack heads with more book smarts than me personally, and in no way am i a dummy. In the mirror I see a young genius, but to the students at Harvard I’m most likely classified as inferior. I want so much to “make it” whatever that means. I’m a natural daydreamer, because it’s hard for me to sleep at night. I’m in school on a mission to do better, but what is better? I’ve seen old folks live long lives, how did they overcome? Since they are gone now, they only truly know about heaven and it’s contents. God i wake up questioning my existence everyday, i don’t want to fail my mission. What is my mission? I want to make change, but that is a broad subject. The world is going under.. i’m just hit with a bunch of flurries minus the snow lately. who do i trust, who can i talk to about the intricate parts of me i keep hidden? How do i show the world it’s alot behind the smile? The hurt of lost ones keeps me from getting enough sleep some nights. Dreaming to make it to another place on other nights. I don’t mean to be selfish and take up all your time, but could you please answer a few of my many questions and if so that would be great!
— Oscar Wilde
They could never understand
what u set out 2 do
instead they chose 2
when u got weak
they loved the sight
of your dimming
and flickering starlight
How could they understand what was so intricate
2 be loved by so many, so intimate
they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse
this way u could not alter the course
of ignorance that they have set
2 make my people forget
what they have done for much 2 long
2 just forget and carry on
I had loved u forever because of who u r
and now I mourn our fallen star
- Tupac Shakur
Proving nature’s law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it’s dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared."
— Tupac Shakur
Its so much going on in my life.. i don’t want to be a bitch and say poor me, poor me but sometimes life isn’t fair. getting turned down by a person you really liked hurts. having to go home and feel like your efforts for surviving aren’t enough. why can’t i just fast forward pass the pain. where’s my click remote to get out of this rain? being broke is a mutha asking makes you feel like a sucker! people don’t understand unless you relay but why do i always have to explain? this is a huge monster on my back. this is too much stress on the brain! i might as well go insane! trying to be different is getting me no where i might as well be the same! life looks so much easier in your shoes trade with me please!
jazzysingz asked: Hey! Thanks for following! I meant to send this a long time ago...haha :)
no problem! how are you?