Is it bad to be alone?
Are we willing to find a home?
Sometimes it's hard to see
What's in front of me
Precious treasures are gone
Nothing fills by dawn
Will anyone understand?
Or will it be the upper man?
You don't know how it feels
Until you step in someones shoes
And feel what they feel
Like I said, is it bad to be alone?
Do we all find a home?
Are we meant to be where we are right now?
The world will never know
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A Black Girls Tale
Non-FictionThis is just my outlet. My rant book. My life issues. Just a place where I write on my personal thoughts and feelings. You don't have to read. I don't write it for views or votes. I write for myself, for my heart, for my growth. If you read beware...
