to let go and move on.
you must know what they truly are;
not what they say;
not what they do;
is not an easy thing to do,
cause all they did was to justify every move.

to know you deserve everything your heart aches for
is not easy my friend, cause all it has know
is to silence it, whenever it says.

you are allowed to be, if you truly allow;
no one, just you.
unlearn the things
a glorious life  awaits

no more hanging on to the harming
the only one you truly need is you
no one else, just you.

there's a world inside your mind
and it wants you to find
a place for others,
without changing
the bookshelves
the music
or the way that you walk through the door.
It might be the means of replacing
the fear which stops you from living
and giving
and laughing
as yourself.

Next year is a new decade
And I just have to say
That i'm done with this phase
I'm done with the facade
That I put on my fades
Everyday it loosens
But everybody can relate
I refuse to be toxic
Or allow it in my life
And i’m claiming for 2020
That i'm gonna strike
10 for 10
20 for 20
I'm not wasting no time
I'm not playing hooky
If you don't let me do me
Then you will get escorted out
I refuse to have my fire extinguished now
I'm on a roll
Call me cottonelle
I'm not drake
But my hotline blings if you can’t tell
I'm done being depressed
I'm done feeling sorry
If you don't want better
Then you cannot stop me
Winners in my circle
And we smart like Steve Erkle
Over obstacles like hurdles
Usain and we boltin'
Like laundry, i'm not folding
Reversing patterns
Breaking chains
I will not get played like a lame
I;m going to be rich
And I will be successful
No doubt about it
Make sure u deliver the message

whirlwinds dust ashes
it wanders and follows your every step
your hair turns into moss, your fingertips connect with your accomplice
someday you will have to saw them in two
I wonder if your laugh will be the same once its your fingers under the blade
you’re turning bald and your nose is merely a button
can you smell the stench you create every time you lower your lip?
do you see the trail of destruction?

your bed is a coffin
your heart is non-existent
it’s a shame your teeth don’t even match the vision
your eyes aren’t rubies and your gums aren’t ******
glory is fictious, horns are the dream
not even that is what it may seem
for your head is a block of dirt and your thoughts are deflated
perhaps the worms came and ate them
perhaps they feast on you the same way you feast on me

except you don’t
the feast is your imagination
your perception is pitiful
you are forever insubstantial

I'm tired of "understudying myself"
  
(The just in case syndrome, the worry, the not good enough,the anticipation of failure has got to go.)

Its time for me to be the Star

At the end of the day , it's just you curled within you , within you ,
with your thoughts floating ,
even with all this gravity.

You are a woman ,
With muscles that
stretch and curl ,
With skin ,
Which glows.