What’s a body with no soul, a mind with no thought, a heart with no beat, veins but no blood to circulate. I wonder to myself, what’s a life with no meaning? Where’s purpose? Purpose, something meant. Well, am I meant?  Questions flowing through the mind desperately trying to grasp for an answer. Success? How? With the rules and tribulations set specifically for the black individual who’s known to make mistakes. The rules and tribulations set to justify the stereotypes of a “*****”. Life, not expected.