Grew up w women who talked shit about their men but in my post adolescence I met women with partnerships that made sense. No more ships passin in the night though my image of men is still distorted since that dude who had a coke habit and i aborted. too many relationships expressed through phrases put in relatives, relatives gettin in my business making my relations irrelevant
Now being deprived is bittersweet symphony and loosenin up is luxury only being comfortable could afford.
Trynna keep my softness but reality checks hit me on the forehead. Looked for empowerment found leeches. So tired of repetitive fuckery, the only law that applies is that of gravity.
Dont know about that silence before the storm cause life is backwards and after the storm comes silence. Frustration. Phone bills and pills while he still talkin bout his shit too trill. Artists and sharks artists sharks. Which one is you which one is me? Hypocracy provides common ground and we slowly move. Up. With all those bags. Feeling this gravity. Is all about leaving a legacy.
i know exactly who u are… and i post to share. thats all
i try my best not to respond to negativity with negativity. it is the hardest thing to do but it’s making me stronger.