i have to get through this

i got a foul f.cking mind to believe that family is either a hit or miss.

i managed to miss

no bloodline can replace compassion

similar hands can't replace a genuine touch

and God can't make me love anyone I don't know, like or understand

off topic, i hate sleeping in a bed that's not mine

what i should say is i hate sleeping with a man that's not mine

but humanity is exempt from ownership

that's why slavery lost the battle with consciousness

back to the topic [sometimes my head doesn't like where my heart's going]

anyway, i just happened to be born where everything that surrounds me is not even willing to understand me

listening is as foreign as chopsticks wrangling some mashed potatoes

and love is as distant as the last phone call you did not return

drowning in a hurt that won't transform itself into a manageable energy

i can't speak to those who cannot hear

and who can bother living when no one notices that you died a long time ago?

sobbing.

crying.

get over it?

which part? there's so many.

where shall i begin?

do you think i chose a road with thorns?

i certainly did not but it's all i know

and familiarity with something or someone often looks like love

it's just the devil in a dress

burn in hell