Hopefully I'll be somebody

Hopefully hope brings something

I hope my my future pasts the potential in me

And desting stays connected to dreaming

Cause these days fogg the sight it used to bring

And I only kinda think the light is what I see

So many doubts hold my mentality

Hopefully I rise above ties emotionally

I hope I go beyond the limbs that are binding me

To the notion that I'll only be the faults circling

The conscience of maybe being nobody

Another could have been an Angel leaving history a means

To be the torch that I have always wanted to be

I see so many others that could have been more yet let fear win

And I hope that I can learn from their mistakes and thus succeed

I keep looking for answers from those who should believe in me

Finding myself at crossroads with the human centering

Hopefully one day in days even repeatedly

I find myself above all impossible things that are weakening

And hopefully somebodies in unknown destinies

Will someway somehow remember the path I always dreamed to leave

Every piece of information seems so far away yet so close.

I want to use everything I was taught and learned along the road

Every time I fall I get back up and lose control

Tryna chase a dollar and a dream cause I feel it in my soul

Sometimes I wake and ask myself,

"Where did I go wrong?"

Being where I come from, where I am is all I wrote

Who I am is all I know

In this life its death row

Like the cake can't go around the bowl

And the judgment can't be let go

Why I care is cause my heart ain't cold

Afraid to hit the bag and don't go home

When you say yes ima just say no

And when you say stop ima just go broke

And when you ask me how high ima tell you I don't know

And when it seems so easy,

And I want to grow

When there is nothing but greatness

Embedded in the soles

Of my soul and when my heart gets broken and does nothing but glow

I know I'm gonna be okay

Cause I'm the driver of my goals

Impossibility is far gone off my road

And positivity is where its at I'm sure

Don't let em tell you that you're wrong

Go with your gut and research on your own

I can tell you all day of your worth, you still have to know

I can see your potential and can't do anything but hope

That you see it and grind at your best let it show

Cis always will love you and in me you can console

All you have to do is be aware of your self control

I am I can and I will show my growt

How do you heal a heart

That's turned into stone

No more hurt, no more pain

Wish the memories could be gone

No more crying,

Cause' there's no more more tears

Trying to fix a dream

That's been burned and can't be healed

Looking for love and compassion

Searching and lost the soul

God please send a sign

So the mind won't get so cold

With terrible thoughts just roaming

Losing it from day to day

Making it through, still smiling

When you know your heart can't bear the pain

A life destructed

It's died a long time ago

The lies constructed

The hate in this world

We're not livin' no mo'!

Sleep rarely, eat barely

The feelings have become an issue

So rotten, no one can help it

Deeply hurt with every flaw sick too

Don't look at it

Just try to see through

Put yourself in my shoes

Live MY life and try to keep YOUR cool

That moment when you realize that the same things you’ve been complaining about doing, that same time you dread that’s filling your busy life, those simple distractions that alter your days path... Are the very things that have been keeping you from being sad and depressed.

That. Second. Moment.........

When you accept the fact that you’ve been suppressing your pain with anger, not only of the things beyond your own control, but most importantly the anger of settling for change...  instead of being the change. The anger of waiting for what could happen, while leaving loose ends and avoiding responsibility for the forseen downfall. You subliminally agree with uncomfortable decisions by remaining silent without input and alternatives to paths that will, too, affect YOUR future actions and emotions productivity..... Instead of taking the responsibility to be the change that will confidently bring the full production of success at your greatest potential and eliminate all forseen mishaps.

            *T H E N*

THAT CRITICAL MOMENT.....

When you choose to either:

1. Cry to keep going in circles day by day, using the pain as a crutch to numb yourself slowly while merging with the masses.

            Or.....

2.

Cry to keep going forward, let go, stop looking back

Cry to BECOME CHANGES, be grateful you made it through that

Accept the person you’ve been, forgive you, sacrifice all the bad

No matter how long it took, forgive those who left you with a scratch

Cause’ it’ll never be erased, there’s no taking it back

Become aware of the most repeated life lesson that will save you from slack

Never can you ever stop the inevitable events

That either mother nature brings or what they said or did that you can’t understand

See life is 10% of what you make it, and your reactions to those inevitable events Make up the whole other 90%

It’s never been about the world, including your loved ones and every man who is a man, a child, a woman, no being in it Depending on it or them to love you enough to save you from the pain they’ll surely bring that gives you strength

If you noticed most of us, we’re weak, and we die everyday problemizing what’s unfair and what we think gives us no merit

Our pride and soul

Dreams thrown

Insecurities

Judgments

Low Confidence

Even the ignorance of those who undermine, abandoned, and execrate the less fortunate

Even they to face the pain of failure depending on the thought that what makes them important is selfish perfection in obsolete intelligence

The lesson here is your own opinion of yourself, not what they want you to believe in

Their values, respect, and morals. The pain from neither what you convinced yourself they should have in them

You’ve got to know that with or without them, the world still spins

And if you can stop at notice the change in your emotions and acting different

Is based on your dependence of them

And you spend time trying to figure out where you will fit in

And who you are when you’re faced to adapt AGAIN

To another obstruction in your life’s events

Then damn you’ve chosen option 1 again

To cry to keep going in circles cause’ it hurts to say you are who you’ve been

And you don’t like you so you deny your faults in all of this

Missing the opportunity of who you’ll become by sacraficing who you’ve been

Blaming the universe for your problems and suppressing the pain again

Going in circles to adapt to the world instead of keeping the only Freedom within

 Of self-control making sure the world continues to adapt to your good sense

Ask yourself first before you make that critical decision

How can your sense be good of you’re the one reacting to a fate you already knew could happen

And did nothing

Just like anything is possible for you, anything is also possible with Mother Nature & them

So when the time comes,no matter how times been spent

You can only blame yourself for limiting your preparation of putting bad and painful actions passed any one of them

We were all created equal so the only thing that makes you special is

Your perception and what you do with everything that you take in

so what’s it going to be Cis?

If it ain’t hurting, it aint workin’

Without pain there is no strength

Joy. Pure Joy, is made not born.

You make you feel and nothing more.

Energy given, untaken. Accepted and unemployed.

Understanding, not knowing. Appreciating, not depending on.

Having nothing yet unworried, yet thats more to be grateful for.

Immutable mind of mindfulness explored.

Now thats pure joy.

Shouldn't I disassociate those who think less of me?

That involuntarily increase the stress in me?

Judging me... Intellectually

Are any of my choices designed to be wrong to me?

Whether I choose to or not to have sex, or steal, or lie, or

cheat?

Robin Hood was a beast

Me stealing doesn't make me the same thief?

When your man comes to me to exchange flesh in the

sheets

and you ask and I lie just to save a family, keep the peace

He gets to go home and have his cake and eat his sweets

I might go home and invite a friend to comfort me

He and I are the same hoe, aren't we?

And his girl knows but she lies to herself

I lied to her

But a lie, is a lie, is a lie

Don't you see?

Once judged, your thought of me comes differently

Your look, not as gentle

Your words, not as sweet

Who are you to believe that your mischief is any better than my deceit

How can you walk in the flesh, bones, and blood of sin

and yet still judge me?

Shouldn't I eliminate those who think they are better than me?

NO!

It has got to be a lack of knowledge and perspective that holds the throne of the mind of those who cannot see

I have come a long way to get to this process that set me free

A little more understanding, thats what it gave me

How can I save the world if I disassociate those who ingnorantly believe

The stupidity that society has assured it should be

LOL

That wouldn't even be me

If seeing is believing how can feelings feel more relevant?

Why do opinions bind assumptions when the facts are not in precedence?

How can one bestow any judgement meant for justice if also born in sin?

Is sancuary destined to follow the hope's external existence?

Even if and though faith fades

the souls faced with torment and abhorrence?

Who chooses who rises above the pain and who perishes when succumbed by it?

Do mere simplicities of perspecting knowledge define the minds intelligence?

Or unlimited open mindedness unbound by shoulds woulds can'ts and ifs?

How does one go about answering questions when ever answer makes so much sense?

Would the question in tern still optain relevance no matter how ironic each answer is?

Like the labels of inheritance provided by hair types, time zones, and colors of skin..

If an african elephant comes to America

is it an African American elephant or just an African Elephant immigrant?

If you can pamper a cow and not get spoiled milk, then how can pampered children merely become spoiled priveledges?

How can a petal be picked from a flower that grew every right to its prettiness?