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I'Ll Never Call Him My Family Again

Someone who lives a life full with sin
You should never love them or claim them to be kin

They may daily claim to be a spiritual poet
But doing drugs daily hoping no one will know it
Hiding under spiritual escapism but reality will show it

I used to beg to be family
Now I wish nothing close. 
I want him to be a memory
I want this chapter to close

Blackmails and says hurtful things when he isn't drugged up how he wants
The "You can leave" threats constantly haunt

Mind you I just started working this week!
Instead of encouraging words- greed is what he speaks
"You can pay more for rent now that you're back on your feet...
How am I back on my feet in 2 days of work

The devil knows who to use. Such a fkn Jerk. 
We have a sad culture in America where black men end up with no souls
sometimes early sometimes late... they deplete any familial goal. 

Judge a man by his fruits- fruits grow outdoors!
So what someone can sit and do on the computer all day is not 
even close to your real spiritual chores

People are empty 
And that's how the devil gets to use them
You can tell by who does drugs, constantly using and abuse them
Judge one by his REAL LIFE. Not the meta, not the fake
I am done calling my neighbor my brother
I've taken all I can take
Pray I don't lose my new job
Pray my soul doesn't break. 

Keep me in your prayers please

Ase GU

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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