HER: Does he love me is mixed emotions what he sending?

ME: My options are few my life of crime seems to never be ending, if so how will my family be eating?

HER: should I flirt with other men to open his eyes how do I prove I’m a bad bitch can’t fuck with me unless he rich.

ME: Street karma is real ,I’m so dirty I have lived a grimy life,will it catch up soon and put me in a ditch,or will I end up back in prison all behind a snitch?

HER: I got side niggas just in case I’m out clubbing every weekend make him jealous keep him in his place.

ME: I pretended with a lot of tricks just to get in they safe, but never been too good at fake, so it turned into robbery Point Blank – oh God I need your grace my sins erased.

HER: Oh fuck a nigga miss Independent I can find a new one no hesitation at all but I’ll still let him hit any time he call.

ME: I’ll only love 1.. right wrong or indifferent through it all no choice we’ve got to stand tall and if we do happen to crumble I’ll lay myself before God humble and ask for his love cuz once again I’ll stumble.

#DIFFERENCES #ReeseSpitsTruth

Your vision

You’re vision of me hurts me deep-expressing All I feel..mistaken for crazy_ with one soul I dare to unleash thoughts feelings hidden desires.and fears spoken raw…just imagine him my paper filled with my pretty and ugly truth not a flaw.his lines once so fresh and bold underlying his lovers story to feel not to b told..as the ink gets heavier And starts to fade I replenish words still more to say…his lines begin to grow dull ..weak and diminishing page by page …reality hits as it turns light grey scared if I blink it’ll be gone Al the way. Now my highest of highs lowest of lows I confidently placed in his care…he speaks them against me..my biggest fear. The only one I let see and feel comfortable to be my real…my truth…my right…my wrong my every emotion my every thought…he faded.on he went….IM stranded ..ground beneath now invisible..but I remain straight..upright..unchanged …my him..my all throwing it all in my face…hurts..kills..destroys my illusion of we..but my words can’t b erased..it’s in my writing my voice and face..in his eyes a disgrace 🙁 FB_IMG_1452861114559 Continue reading Your vision