5 years later. Just wow. I now have seen, both my birth parents.
I walked away, with the knowledge of.
That’s all. And will have to suffice.
I belong to no one. It started with, me. And I carry this, knowing it will never be what I thought, it should be.
I came alone. And will leave, alone. Slowly realizing. accepting albeit begrudgingly.
Life. And you can’t make it be, pretend it to be. It is, what it is.
On another note. I hate what our country is becoming.
This note, looms over me right now, more than anything else.
And the fact, that folk, are walking around. The usual, as if things are normal and shit isn’t crumbling under their feet. That there isn’t a rumbling of their country’s foundation. That it Isn’t cracking. And. As if. Someone or something, will save the day.
No one. Is coming to save the Day.
Freedom, is something you constantly have to foster. Easily taken away. I know this. Because I, had to fight for my freedom. From daily beatings, from being locked in a basement. I was 12 years old.
And no one. Not one person came to save me.
Ya’ll keep dreamin’. Ok?