Crazy
Crazy isn't the worst thing I've been called.
Lately crazy is what they are calling me.
I am not crazy just simply misunderstood.
Am I crazy for looking at life through a different eye ? and accepting things the way they are.
I'd prefer to look at the glass half full then half empty.
Acknowledge the positives, before the negatives.
They say I am crazy because of my choices, but they dont know me
I'm crazy because I dont want to fit in with society.
Crazy because I hold no regrets on my life.
Crazy because my hobbies are different, kicking back listening to music, writing poetry, and dancing.
They call me crazy 'cause when I love I love hard.
Crazy because I loved a man who couldn't be honest just to save his earthly material possessions.
Crazy because I'd prefer to fight for my relationship before calling it quits.
They call me crazy for being realistic.
They call me crazy for know that things are temporary, nothing is permanent.
They call me crazy because my solitude is what I like.
They basically call me crazy for living my life without standards andand not by the books.
I am just a little black girl from the hood who have had her shares of life.
At times I've felt like a penny with a hole in it, hopeless.
At times I felt like a million dollars, valuable.
So if all that makes me crazy......
Hi, nice to meet you my name is Crazy !