UNTiTLED

Does it bother you that my life has success?
Or does it bother you that I'm better than the rest?
Does it bother you that I have all goals and no dreams?
Because in my shoes it seems as if I murdered your self esteem.
But it's obviously a false dichotomy that you don't like me and aren't too fond of me simply because I aim high like stars in astronomy.
But ironicly when you actually grow up you want to be like me.
It's cool though.
Just fall in line, because your not the only one who has me on their mind.
I wouldn't say it's a waste of time, I'd say it's a form of glory and shine.
But to close on a good note, I'd like to take out my time to apologize.
Waste my time to apologize for you to be so asanine and get like me, and get on your grind to reach high.
-Larnell Ellison

NEVER♥

I COULD NEVER GIVE YOU MY HEART CUZ IM SMART KNOWING THAT WHEN WE
PART IM HEARTLESS AND REGARDLESS OF HOW DEEP IN LOVE I FEEL LETS BE REAL TRUST ISNT REAL WHEN LUST IS AN OPTION THAT YOU CAN FEEL.
EVEN I SPILL OUT MY HEART AND START BEING FAITHFUL THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU"LL DO THE SAME THING AS WELL ..SHIT YOU PROBABLY TAKE ADVANTAGE AND TRY TO HAVE ME UNDER A SPELL...
I COULD NEVER BE YOUR ROMEO CUZ YOUR FAR FROM A JULIET ..YOU WANT ME TO PUT IN WORK BUT I AINT TRYNA BREAK A SWEAT
RELATIONSHIPS ARE JUST A GAME WHERE PLAYERS AND WHORES SLING THE WORD LOVE AROUND LIKE CRACK ...AND LIKE NAIIVE FEINS OF LOVE STRUNG OUT GOOD GUYS AND GIRLS KEEP RUNNING BACK.
BUT NOW I KNOW U COULD NEVER SATISFY MY FIX NO MATTER HOW MANY HITS ITS ALWAYS GONNA BE THE SAME SHIT BCUZ ITS NOT JUST LOVE YOU MIX INFIDELITY LIES AND TRUSWORTHYNESS IN YOUR SHIT.
I COULD NEVER BUILD A HOUSEHOLD WITH YOU CUZ A HOUSE BUILT ON A WEAK FOUNDATION IS BOUND TO CRUMBLE BASED ON GRAVITES AND THATS A HARSH REALITY ..
THE SADDEST PART OF THIS IS ALL IS DESPITE ALL YOUR FLAWS AND THE LAWS YOU BREAK YOU MAKE MY HEART SMILE AND MY SOUL LAUGH AND MY PAST FADE AND ME LOVE YOU AND WAYS THAT I CANT DESCRIBE EVERY TIME I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES AND THATS WHY
I COULD NEVER STRAY AWAY FROM YOU OR OR CHEAT ON YOU OR GET MAD AND WANNA BEAT ON YOU CUZ I COULD NEVER LEAVE CUZ DEEP DOWN INSIDE I NEED YOU....

-Vance Green

YESTERDAY i CRiED

Yesterday, I cried.
I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.
I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.
I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired, or too mad to cry.
I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected,
and disconnected my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others
did to me the same things I had already done to myself.
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away,
to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty,
and battered and plain old used.
I cried because there really does come a time when
the only thing left for you to do is cry.

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;
and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;
and mommies get left, so they get mad.
I cried because I had a little boy,
and because I was a little girl,
and because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do,
and because I wanted my daddy to be there so badly until I ached.

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.
I cried because it was too late.
I cried because it was time.
I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know
that my soul knew everything that I needed to know.
I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.
It felt so very, very bad.
In the midst of my crying,
I felt my freedom coming,
Because...

Yesterday, I cried
with an agenda.




-Iyanla Vanzant