Black Poetry : Nothing Special, Just alittle sumthin sumthin

poeticlyspeakin

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Home is where the heart is, but my heart isn't her
Occupation
Living
Trapped inside reality, trying to escape
They say ur life is what u make it, but how can I create?
Blinded by my vision of what the future holds
But there’s no telling if I’ll excel or if I’ll fold

My friends are doing their thang, while I’m slowly moving along
I push myself mentally, but I’m not sure if I’m right or wrong
But don’t mistake this as a cry for help or a version of my sad song
I’m just typing my emotions out, so I can comprehend what’s going on

My family sees the sun, while I witness the rain
But I am so content with life right now- I guess love IS pain
I wouldn’t change my life for treasure or for stacks of cheese
Cuz I have faith in my ability and what god evidently sees

I just keep the faith and push myself to the top
I really dont give a **** anymore about the press or the props
Cuz it doesnt matter, all that gossip and hateration is kid****
all the lies, the deciet, and the mix ups... what the **** am i gonna do with it?

I guess I can say that I am living very happily...
 

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