"In My feelings"!

"Ceriviual Cortex"

My brain broke out of it shell and ultimately,
felt the feeling of freedom.
The world started having it's way with vague based opinions and perceptions that were based off of other people's thoughts and some of what was shown.

Getting straight to the point, started to feel so far fetched perhaps, it stemmed from always feeling vexed and some aspects perplexed.
I was blown! sold out and alone! And only now with a clone to call my own, they called them child, and that just wasn't my style, shouldn't I have waited a while?

Over all, the thought was too loud and created a cloud, but that's another story.
They began to drift off as rapid as current driven waters, embodied in its nature.. It created a sudden riff raff, My thought's that is..
Did I forget to mention that part?
I was sickened with my own decisions and had come to terms with it quick, talk about thick!
I started calling it quits, the circumstances were lit...Literally with the shits.

But, fast forward back to my ceriviual cortex,
It checked in like a delayed message, it told me that my difficulty lies in lacking the message in my religion and what it all stood for.
Life felt poor and hurt was like a revolving door gravitated to the floor, it kept me feeling raw and a noticeable flaw.
Standing as tall as trees  in the deepest rain forests, they were wet with tears affiliated with expressing deep sorrow steming from society stricken epidemics that invaded humanity with its wicked ways, after heavy rain falls answered by
wildlife calls.

What stage of life are you in, when all you want to do is win?

Why is that the intellectual people pretend not to comprehend?
Subconsciously, loving money too much is also known as "greed" and has become a sin.

Does the devil transform like "Michael Myers" and commence to raising hell raging in all of his fires? Or does he sit upon a crowd and converse to a deciphering circle of such and such, blended in with civilization?

Like, politicians and supermarket clerks and  other appointed such folks, those who pretend to be for the people, but are against the people.
Some of the people treat people in a "lower class" status with lower class status respect, yet these folks have the same levels of education, as these very same people they judge and despite our systematic denial of farther of our education into our chosen journey, we still make the effort to flourish.

If all else fails, they will hold us responsible for being the failures of the now and next lost, or misguided generation.
So set your bars high, these are the untold truths  and everyday most frequently familiar conversations complete with task, deadlines end fast of the people.
The struggles are aloud of the voices unheard..
I bet that shit seems obsurd, and since you haven't heard.. here the word; my sister and brother were at a tender age of 3, when my mother was forced to abandoned me.
Father, was more attached to life, and he quickly abandoned his responsibility as a parent person and turned me into a bastard, ever since such and such..

Some of my worse nights were spent in December, and christmas! There was none, being bad became fun, just another angry black girl lost, and  sure to become a product of their own environment.
Diagnose, them with PTSD and set them free into poverty.
The system will never take the blame for a life labeled lame, they say;  i don't understand.. your way  too emotional, you need therapy!
Complaining became all one in the same.