The Baby Fool
I look at my life and see so many wonderful attempts to maintain my existence. Bad things and inopportune developments will always present themselves. Listen about how many times I have wanted to go hide and crawl up under the lowest crevice of this earth. I have sought out darkness so that I could cover myself up from any and every spectrum of light. I get so tired as I have had to negotiate with the henchmen of ignorance and ineptitude. Some people don't care because their skin feels no part of any consequence. When you fall down and you will make it your goal simply to stand back up. Coming up always feels much better than descending downward. I've always heard that God takes care of babies and fool, well I guess you can call me the babyfool.
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