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Wednesday the 27th

Not happy not unhappy not satisfied not unfulfilled being a cancer makes me susceptible to the energy that surrounds me it also makes me aware of my downfalls i am a baptist but hardly pray i am a Christian but don't remember the last time i sat through a service I am a mother yet have not given birth yet i carry too many sins to burden my father with the sins of my mother have followed me no she ain't no addict no she ain't a hoe she aint nothing but a woman who loves too much i am of my mothers breast i am of my mothers worst and her best i am part my father yet my mother does not care to realize i am a hustla not cause i need to be but because i can i am a bitcc not cause i mean to be but to be a bitcc is bitter sweet I am a beautiful woman yet only skin deep i have made grown men absolutely weak i am not a savior if i was i would have been there when Katrina hit built a boat bigger than noahs ark and sailed out of that place but it wouldn't have been free of charge because to whom much is given much is required I would have been there when Sean Taylor got shot to be blunt i would have let him get hit but not at his life's expense not at the cost of his daughter living a probable legacy of "absentee daddy" or growing up only knowing her fathers past as a man who just started turning his life around not at the sheer belief that anything he did in his past deserved what caused that breath to be his last now see i'm no savior cause i would have had the tongue to talk those 9 eleven high-jack asses into jumping "in the name of Allah" these are my thoughts opinions are like assholes that brings me to Kanye West i don't know that brother And confidence doesn't mean arrogance but-shouldn't he have regurgitated the lessons of beauty he was taught back to the person who taught them to him A beautiful intelligent talented creative human life lost fame was the cost some times smart people do dumb things sometimes i don't recognize my own blessings sometimes i forget to say thank you to my guardian angel sometimes i don't listen I just speak

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