2020 brought us all tears. Tears of Joy, Tears of Pain, and Tears of fear. I promised myself, 2021 would be a better year; and as I sit back and reflect, "You wasn't even there".
You came along only because I was progressing, but where yo ass was at in the process of that blessing? Worried about my past, while I'm worried bout "What's next, and. . . . ."
See you said you was down to ride, said that you'd b e there. Said all you wanted was to see me prosper, but did you really care?
Where I'm standing at right here, I came a long way. Lost friends I'd die for, and friends who ain't even have to pay.
What are you? Are you down for me? Or there for thee?
( Jessica Hunter )
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Dear 2020
PoésiePoem dedicated to the ending of 2020, and the process of myself moving forward. The success was amazing, the learning steps were even better. I've had my fun, now it's time to adult.
