You think you're something special brought up under love and protection taught to go and be free- but Freedom does not come without seeking a reward. Stuck on the streets or in rough situations nobody knows your name or story, they don't care get your job done and go home because the world doesn't want you until you can offer it something. It's easy to find faith in another so similar you are working two full time jobs a piece just to make ends meet in the same place an (armed) man was gunned down last week. You don't know his name or story, you don't care you just want to get your job done and go home because you don't want the world until it's offering you something and you've found someone to share your burdens with.
Just a thought I've been having the past few weeks. I was brought up being told how intelligent I am and how many things I can accomplish if I want to. I didn't think about the world's opinion about me until I stepped into it. I thought everyone would think I was special, but, to a stranger, I'm just some girl they just so happened to glance at. Reality is frightening.