I write this barefooted freely and open minded no rhymes no foot prints no sense but quite dense with much appreciation I still lack plenty of love I feel provoked and evoked by long lost memories I feel revoked, by what we call "mokes"
this so called "black" society doing nothing good but constraining the young "mokes", ridiculous! what do we call this? anxiety? unfortunately no matter how many times we wear a mask and fake our smiles no support denotes our true feelings but this is life - let us not promote depression, but suppression instead With the true intentions of making this world a better vacation
Dear Somebody Worth It Stop breaking our hearts just because you're broken inside Let us not play games, let us grow let us glow, let us be bold Life's too short for shenanigans May your broken heart repair and sparkle in gold