Popped and stopped for thinking about letting it out. Rifted and uplifted. Used and abused. I am a strong black women with stories to tell pinned up for years inside like a prison cell.
No one knows my story as I sit behind the walls inside my life imprisoned in my own mind. dealing with misery, jealousy envy, and strife.
Great days I've lived. No need to complain. Doesn't mean that I haven't lived with pain, driving me insane, you don't know my story as I sit here and say, living life for many years with a long distance love coming my way.
What happens next had no chapters to tell, I lived my life sometimes in a fairytale, but also in hell, life is what we want it to be, if you have what you need, anything missing can cause you pain especially when aimed at me.
My life is going great, until one day I ended up upside down, in a car almost losing my life and taken by a clown with an evil frown, who didn't like who I was, because my face was chocolate brown, but look at me now.
Nobody else knows your truth, so be who you are and reach for the stars, don't give into others looking for you to stay down.
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