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What do you see when you look at the world I see children crying babies dying . Young black girls growing up too fast watching strippers telling them baby it's ok to shake your bare ass. I see babies having babies women who forgot that we are ladies. Men hating eachother not taking the time to get to know eachother love eachother. I see followers not leaders people that want to be something theyre not . I see black on black crime more like hate we tear eachother down just because we can't relate to that other persons life . So we rather break them down instead of joining together and trying to fight . We all came in this world alone with your own thoughts your own brain your own mental only you. You diminish who you are when you cover up your truth. If you can see real then you'll see right through . I see a system meant to break us take from us and keep us down. But people turn a blind eye so we will always stay face down on the ground. That's what they want . It...

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Why do men make me feel so bad . They hurt me bruise me and keep me so sad. The feeling is unreal and something I never thought I would feel. Now it's here and I want it gone. They make me feel weak when I know I'm so strong . They make things seem so right when everything is so wrong. I can't compete with the games from a man. Nor do I want to . I have seen ups and I have seen downs there is no in between and no getting around. With them I feel lost without I am found. I lose myself in men and I don't know why. I got daddy issues I can't lie. First man to break my heart once it began it never stopped. I don't blame him for all the bad times. I put all my pain into these rhymes. I'm not saying men are bad or even that they're all the same . But we all go down different roads this is just what happened in my lane. I could tell stories that could go on for days. I have buried my pain and locked it in my heart that weighs heavy on my sleeve. 

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They call me Boujee I say I'm  blessed. They say I think I'm all that I I say I passed Gods test. They want me to be to be perfect some say that's how I act Ive mastered being perfectly imperfect and that's a fact. I walk with my head high as if everything is in tack. I cry at night wishing someone would say something back. Up the next day like my smile never cracked. They want me to be ugly and hate who I am . I never thought I was pretty but I would never tell them . They question all my choices and hope I don't do good, I just keep doing better like a real woman should. They talk about my past and who I choose to date but until they've walked in my shoes I know they won't relate. I've accepted who I am and all my many flaws I wear them proudly they are me my ugly but pretty scars.

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I am meant to be heard not so much seen I am here to educate not To be mean.  25 yrs of life showed me everything is not what it seems astonished that people continue to live in a dream . Why have we never questioned who we really are what we really are . What is a human why are we called that to the close minds you won't feel this. You are what you are but why do you know what you know . Why do we sleep why do we grow. Just a few things I would like to know. People killing every day claiming it's to make a way . But babies dying children steady crying what's the reason behind their suffering ? It never make sense but people act as if it's not happening . I feel trapped surrounded by blindness and self hate. The problem is is not too many will relate. I don't belive in plastic surgery for fun I know some would question the nerve of me but that's how I feel. We are beautiful and should love who we are instead of throwing tape over our beautiful scars.  I

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I met a man yesterday my momma wouldn't take me seriously but I like the mystery of no one knowing who he is .
When it's right it's right you usually don't know but you can feel it in your soul . Questioning every move they make hoping to be there for every breathe they take. Is this real? I been hurt so many time I'm not sure how love feels. Not sure if I want to know. I see so many people fall down when they thought they would grow. Is there a secret to love? I doubt I'll ever know. It should've started with my daddy ya know when momma first had me I should've felt it then but unfortunately heartbreaks became my best friend. After so long that had to end. I stopped looking for love and approval from these men.  

LIFE

You cant trust no one, its just you tell the end

the main people hurting you are supposed to be your friends

dont ever overlook someone not even your right hand man

stay close to the people that question where you stand

its a cold world and you aint even know tryna dig your way out

but end up covered in snow. but thats the way it go you can speak

but didnt really know can cry but wont really show the tears nothing

really compares to the fear that i partake everyday and every night

waking up in the morning prepared to fight walking into the ring squaring

up with life.