I walk around with my hat low because my eyes tell my story.
My lips speak a truth too real to receive with out warning, people cut me off when I talk. My words cut like box cutters cut gang victims.
Judge me only after you witness my strength and integrity. People judge me only to find that judging them selves would have been a better option.
My middle finger keeps growing longer and longer.... sometimes I feel like I don’t use it as much as I should. My prospective is my prospective changing it makes it become yours. Let’s not fuck up the natural order of things.
Im from a place where holding on to what you have means holding on to youself because the things that make up who you are is your only real possessions … placing yourself in my shoe’s is impossible
Because I didn’t wear any shoes on this journey .I walked bare footed,
Through the darkness I am the definition of what having heart is.

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