18wolvesx

I be tired of all these stories on wattpad about black love having to do with gangbanging n trappin and not having a father  don't perpetuate these stereotypes they already got for us 

18wolvesx

It kind of scares me how there's that many remotes in my hand. Though I can't seem to remote my hand away from the very thing that treads temptation. Though my inner self remains to put up a fight for what's higher than the rivers I drain when I begin to thirst. Instead of cutting clouds of fuel, I become that fuel. Instead of starving roses of their petals, I become those petals. I never became that river and the fear that It will remain that way starts to take over. The beauty of its constant flow contradicts mine. I have blockages that stop my water from flowing. Then I am frantically giving it another push before my existence ceases to matter. I will always be matter. But I will never be that river.