I Love Life
I love how the one time I ask for help no will give it to me.
I love how people don’t believe in me because I am black.
I love how people don’t believe in me because I am not smart.
I love how even in my darkest moments people still manage to make them even darker.
I love how I’m not able to let loose and be free because I’ll be called irresponsible.
I love how I work day and night to please everyone and still remain unhappy.
I love how no one cares about me or my accomplishments.
I love how it is the 21st century and because I’m black no one cares if I spend the next 4 or 5 years of my life rotting away slowly and quietly.
I love this because throughout all the pain and suffering I will still manage to prove everyone wrong.
I am black, who cares. Get over yourselves. It’s the 21st century. I love me. And I love fact that one day when I am capable I will prove them all wrong.