Cut Deep

Waking up crying has become a daily routine, because from here on out i don't know where my life would be. Sometime i feel like I've seen so much in so little of time it's getting to the point i wish i was blind. I have scars that's cut so deep not even my close friends is recognizing me. I'm tired of the struggle, I'm tired of pain, I'm tired of the hate & I'm tired of the lames. I'm ready for a change but it's so hard to get accepted into any college because now a day's whites thinks blacks have no knowledge because our color never got accepted into any college. Since birth black people never got to shine, unless if it was rapping or trying to flip a dime. I have a talent just like everyone else and I'll pray every night until I meet my success. 

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Carleisha

Letting everyone know and understand that it isn't easy being the color that we are, but that should'nt stop us for pushing hard in life and making the best out of life.

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