Don’t tell me all your worries and I won’t tell you mines….
I love me.
and I never understood why people used to say that.
and I always thought that when people were saying that they were being full of themselves.
But now I know, now I see.
If you don’t love yourself, who else will.
afraid of growing up. but growing up is here.
and it’s knocking. might as well answer it’s call.
after so many knocks and the door just falls down.
so I may as well open. reluctantly. slowly. but here we go.
I know that I can make it, I know that I can stand. No matter what may come my way, my life is in your hands.
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simply doesn’t matter anymore.
And so I wonder…
BUT you lost one.
Black people we need to know our history.
If you don’t know your history how can you tell your future?