I am leading a warrior’s life.
I am watching survivors and battles.
I had dyslexia and depression.
I had a learning Disability, but I my battled disability.
I thought my life had no purpose
And now at 15
I have seen what drugs do to people
I have heard black people were drug dealers, killers, gangbangs, uneducated and pimps
I know that the struggle is real not just blacks struggle everyday people struggle the struggle is real
I know black people are educated, but some do wrong
I don’t know why people are disrespectful and rude
I don’t know why people are ignorant an dramatic
I detest people that are not confident in what they say
I hate people that are lairs an aren’t try’s
I love my life I was blessed with and my education
I used to love having friends, but no people are funny
I’ve lost my childhood
I’ve lost my identity
I miss my dreams
I’m looking for success
I’m looking for improvement
And my heart is a battlefield full of fights