…life from my perspective
I want to be rich – but I don’t wanna work for THE MAN and I don’t have the blueprint for “financial success and independence.”
I want love – but I don’t want to endure the risks and sacrifices associated with it.
I want to be better than I think I am and move beyond where I’ve been – but I’m not quite sure how to get there or how to respond to it if/when it comes.
I want to look and feel pretty – but I hate my hair and most days my body betrays me.
I am afraid of losing my mother – but I know death is a part of life and I STILL cannot imagine my life without her.
I want to be understood – but I don’t want people to learn who I really am.
I want to conquer my desires – but I have an addiction to sugar that has been extremely difficult to shake.
I want to KNOW GOD – but I have contradictory thoughts and feelings that, at times, interfere with this process.
I believe in love – but not in people whose job it is to do it justice.
The pain of lost loves have left me numb. Not bitter, manipulative, vengeful or vindictive – just numb.
Masturbation is good. VERY good.
I want to be free.
My sister, cousins and best friend are ALL GHETTO. Though I’ve tried countless times to refine them, my efforts have been futile.